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Please excuse the tardiness. The youngest was demonstrating the art of projectile...painting. After a thurough disinfecting, the house is hospitable again. We're taking bets on who gets it next.

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming.


Even crummy sledding is fun for a bunch of Texans.




I'm sure people who saw us thought we were nuts for trying to sled over the top of the grass.

We sure didn't care!

Uncle Stephen is an awesome sled propeller.

And fisherman!

 

 

What more could you want? A ride down and up?

Trial and error always provides a solution.

Need a bit more snow to pull this one off.

We did get a good day of snow during our stay and the boys ventured out to the actual sledding hill in town. Daddy didn't take the camera. I think he wanted to go sledding too.

A Gaggle of Geese, a Prickle of Porcupines...

The other night at dinner, our conversation revolved around the fascinating names of groups of different animals. We giggled about Congregations of Alligators, Armies of Ants (or Aunts, as Poppy insisted), Clouds of Bats and Flutters of Butterflies. PT grew a mischievous smile, commanded the attention of the table and asked if anyone knew "what a group of babies is called." Receiving no satisfactory answer, he pronounced,

"A Fuss!" 

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The Christmas Gift 
For those of you who have no children, just one child, children who happen to be super clean, OCD, all girls, queasy stomachs or find things that children do repulsive and not at all funny, please skip down to the second set of pictures.  This first set is for those of you have been there before or will be soon and can laugh at the slightly gross things in life.

I found this set of pictures after we got back and had to laugh that no one there noticed what was happening either.

Enjoy the Christmas Spirit:

 

 

 

Okay, all of you who needed to skip down, here are some from Christmas Morning.

 

 

 

 

I could not get one of all the kids smiling, maybe next year?!

 

 

These were picked just for you.

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A Manifesto on Word Processor Control

Word Processors ought to be more tightly regulated. Powerful word processors too easily fall into the hands of dangerous, ideologically biased authors who destroy innocent minds. 

Background checks should be performed at the federal level at the time of the purchase of any word processor, paper or web page.

There ought to be an immediate ban on automatic word processors, high capacity, 11X17 sheets of paper and dissemination mechanisms, such as the internet.

Writers, poets and pen pals do not need word processors to enjoy their hobby.

This is not an attempt to deter, limit or otherwise infringe on anyone’s right to free speech. I personally own many pens and pencils and a small collection of antique quills.

The authors of the 1^st Amendment never intended citizens to own word processors with spell check and immediate editing capabilities.

Of course, federal and state agencies require the use of word processors for the effective execution of their duties to protect and inform the public.  Authorized journalists, who have proper training and supervision over their use of word processors, are perfectly capable of defending public minds from dangerous, ideological pieces that are penned with illegal word processors.  

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I can't decide whether to bill this as satire or prophecy. 

Crafting Craze!

This year with Philip out of town most of the week and me being full of anti-nesting hormones we have taken on a monumental task of creating one of kind treasures for our friends and family. 

Here is a glimpse of our first craft...free form ornaments.

Is there such a thing as too much paint?

I shaped a snowman. Mary Colette smashed it. Paul Thomas said, "Don't worry Mommy I fixed it and now it is beautiful." How can you argue with that? That is what Avery is painting. And after the many layers of paint were applied it resembled something that I often find in my un-flushed toilets, so it too took a little trip. 

Whew! I know you all are glad you don't have to display a Christmas Turd!

This is why we have to limit our crafting time! Could you image how insanely chapped his poor lips would be if we did this more than once a week?!

 

Proof that some can over come those Blaxton genes.

Some of the finished products!

And now for your viewing pleasure...a two minute glimpse into what took up over two hours while Mary Colette napped. I had no idea a few little clay ornaments could hold so much paint!

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 Three little goof balls!

 

 

She found her spot light!

This is life!