Friday, December 26, 2008

The Robot

Santa did it! He pulled it off. Who knew he could build such a robot?
I think this thing is a little creepy. I am waiting for it to take over our house at night while we are asleep. So far we're still in control.

You might have to watch this video more than once. Check out the robot's moves but don't miss the skilled BYU Robot dancers either.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Do You Believe?

Last week Theron and I had the following conversation:
T: "Mom, what do you want for Christmas?"
M: "Hmm...I just want to watch you boys open your presents."
T: "I think you should get a robot."
M: "Oh, really. Why?"
T: "Because a robot would help you with your chores."
(Wheels in the head spinning; lights go on; BING!!)
"I want a robot for Christmas!"
Immediately afterward he wrote an elaborate letter to Santa Claus. It said, "ROBOT SANTA". I helped him send it in the mail to the North Pole.
Last night Travis went out to get the mail. We found this letter in the box.
No kidding! My heart nearly skipped a beat. It was pretty exciting. Even for a 28 year old. Who knew that Santa would have time to write back to Theron?! I showed him the letter this morning.

He was pretty cute. He just kept acting as if he was trying to figure everything out.
If this doesn't help a boy to believe nothing else would.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

A New Star Wars Character

Does anyone remember seeing this guy in the last Star Wars movie? I'm not sure if he is good or from the dark side. He has a peanut butter smudge on his face and wears a baseball cap backwards, night vision goggles, a pirate bandanna around his waist. But most intimidating of all...FOUR light sabers!!!!
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Monday, December 15, 2008

A Play Date


BOY DEFINED:
Nature's answer to that false belief
that there is no such thing as perpetual motion.
--Author Unknown
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Monday, December 8, 2008

Sunday, December 7, 2008

I'll show you MESSY...


Here's one for the imagination. A photo just won't cut it.
We were eating dinner and Charlie was upstairs taking a nap...so we thought. He came down in the middle of the meal with bag balm caked on his hands. Instantly remembering his bedroom is upstairs and the kitchen is downstairs I left Travis to clean up the Beau and I went to examine the damage.
It was more cute than awful. Just above each step on the wall was a greasy Charlie-sized hand print.
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