Did someone call for security?

Micah-man

Micah lost his first top front tooth!!!

This is just before our 'date' to Minnesota's Ochestra Hall to see Bugs Bunny at the Symphony.

sunday morning smiles

You can tell a lot about a family just from just looking at a series of pictures...

Some mom forgot to feed her family their V-8 for the day.

Football (again and still)

Malachi asked me the other day if I knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. I knew. But I asked anyway. He said, "A football player. And a parent."


I beamed! His heart is with his family. I love that boy.


But from the early bird's first chirp until late into the night, Malachi is all about football. John and I try to explain the obsession to people. Here are a few visual examples.

His wardrobe changes throughout the day and the extra pieces are left on the floor until the next uniform change. Above you can see three football jerseys - vikings and bears (there is more variety in his closet, you may note), a pair of football pants, and football socks.

It's hard to keep a house clean with his equipment laying around everywhere. Three helmets? Yes, he does use them -- sometimes all at once. By himself. Really.

Malachi likes to wake up and do some reading (with football books from the library). This is often how I find him after naps or early in the morning.




In case you thought that Malachi only has football toys to play with, you may be relieved to know that he also loves LEGOs. However, this is what he creates. Every time. In various ways.

And this little video will bring it all home for you. sort of.

Malachi's writings

We've been using a big bin of rice to help Malachi learn the shape of his letters kinesthetically (clearly his way of learning!). It's been a big hit. In fact, everyone in the house wants to try it.

Above is Malachi's lower-case a. It's what we learn first (right after the M, of course).

Below are Malachi's "M"s he surprised me with.

Love and Joy

Cort and Lanie's Wedding

Malachi had the honor of being the ring bearer at my brother Cort's wedding on December 30th.

Before he walked down the isle, he told me that he might marry the girl he was about to walk down the isle with. (She was a niece of the bride, Lanie.) He IS a big fan of marraige, I have to say. He loves to tell me that daddy and I are married. And then he hugs us. He gets it in a small way.

But as he walked down the isle with this little girl, I understood why he may have thought he was getting married. He was wearing a tux; he was walking down the isle in a church; a pretty girl in a white dress walked alongside him; his family was there to watch; he had a ring.... lol!

Not yet, my son. Not for thirty more years or so....

My handsome boy. I was so proud of how excited he was and how seriously he took his job.

Malachi and his cousin Alice.

Mathias in all his cuteness.

Getting some bird seed to throw.
A ladies man. No doubt.
It was an exhausting job.


Grandpa can even crack a smile out of the tiredest of ring bearers.
Uncle Cutter was home to be the best man! And he was the star of the show as far as Micah was concerned.
Uncle Cutter let him wear his military hat. joy!
Malachi and Micah got to party-it-up royal style with -- POP!!!

Did Malachi dance? Oh. my. yes.

All. night. long.

Lanie and Cort cut the cake.

I found Mathias hiding under the head table. Silly boy.

Malachi and Alice bravely approach the table to talk with the bride and groom.

My love and I got to enjoy a romantic dance too. We didn't have this luxury at our own wedding, so this was quite the treat.