some gingerbread boys aren't made of gingerbread

one of Santa's elves

Dub's been busy setting up the ice rink...

Now's the time we start praying for c-c-cold weather.

Happy Winter!

Peace.

The program at our Ward Christmas Party this year was small and simple.

  

This was my favorite part.

 Isaiah 9:6 

"For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall becalled Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, 

The everlasting Father, 

The Prince of Peace."

“Let us therefore follow after the things which make for peace, and things wherewith one may edify another.” (Rom. 14:19.)

the cow and donkey were pretty great, too.

she's got the music

and she has to lug it to school twice a week!

the step-sister's back

 she's feisty

and charming

 but she's NOT getting table scraps.

Look who's ELEVEN!

my BEST Christmas present EVER.

over heard over the weekend

"Whitcombs don't go the extra mile"
-after a certain little boy of mine was asked by his grandfather why he wouldn't tuck in his Sunday shirt

"We now refer to Dub as Uncle Hallmark.  Whenever you're around him, you feel good."
-after a group hug with Uncle Aaron

A back story before the next quote.  At dinner on Friday night, I served up some rolls that were a little on the crusty side--they had endured some extra baking time in the oven.
Morning Boy asked me "Mom, are these that kind of pirate bread that wouldn't spoil after a long time on the ship?"
I looked at him for a few seconds until I realized what he was talking about, and said "Oh, you mean hard tack?"
He said yes, and then we had a blessing on the food.  After the chorus of AMENs, he asked

"Anyone want a heart attack?"