"I feel off the roof, mom."

At our house the first day of Christmas starts the day after Thanksgiving. I go shopping and then we set up the tree and other decorations. In the past John is home and helps me, but he had to work so it took me all day to get things decorated.
We watched Santa Clause, the Tim Allen movie with the kids. We watched it because Will was worried how Santa was going to get in our house because we don't have a fireplace. In the movie there is the scene where Santa is sucked down the dryer vent and a fireplace appears out of nowhere in the living room. Very cool for a four year old. Anyways in the movie in one of the scenes a little girl gets to sleep in her living room and wait for Santa to come. Will wanted to sleep on the couch last night. I thought that he just wanted to look at the Christmas tree or something. Well, he wouldn't go to sleep until I figured out that he was waiting up for Santa to come. As soon as I figured this out I told him that Santa was not coming until Christmas Eve and then a minute later he was asleep. And then about five minutes later I heard this big thump - Will had fallen off the couch. I went over there to help him up and in his sleep he said, "I fell off the roof, mom." He must of been having a dream about the movie, because in it Santa falls off Scott Calvin's roof.
I love Christmas time.

We are up to a whole lot of nothing!

We have been up to a whole lot of nothing exciting here in the Christiansen house. How ever we are going to go to IHOP tonight, because we have two children free meals coupon. Lucky us. A date with the kids. Any one want to come? You're welcome to.

Stay posted for all of the Holiday excitement to come. Thanksgiving turkey (twice), Temple Square, gingerbread houses, letters to Santa, cookies galore, The Polar Express... and the list goes on. WooHoo!

Conversation to self

Here is a conversation Will had with himself while going #2...

"Number 1 is pee, number 2 is poo, number 3 is ... is... fart, number 4 is throw-up, number 5 is...is...diarrhea. MOM, I need your help!"

Happy Halloween! (I know it's Monday)

First things first. Here is Will in his awesome robot costume that I made for him. We called it the WillBot. Totally cool, I know. Long story short Will hated it and didn't want to wear it in front of his friends. Here he is on the his way to Uncle David's house. He wouldn't wear it to school, or for Trunk-or-Treat at the church, or to the cousin party on Saturday. This thing took be like four hours to make and Will thought that it was really going to work (I am not that creative). So for the rest of the Halloween excitement Will was a Red Power Ranger.

Here are the rascals - A pink fairy, Red Power Ranger, and Spider Baby.

This is the best we could do with seven kids.

This is a classic Emmie picture - pretending to be mean.

Wow! Our kids are in trouble. Sticking your tough out while doing a difficult task (like pulling your self up and trying on to slip) is a two generation trait on the Christiansen side and as my sister will attest to I have a horrible habit of this. Well at least Jason is way cute doing it, unlike his twenty seven year old mom.

On the Christiansen side we go to Papa's school and have a super fun party for the kids. They play pumpkin bowling, decorate cookies, hit a pinata (or in Emmie's case walk up to it and kick it), and eat pizza and lots of candy.

Halloween was so much fun for the kids and John and I.