every captive thought

We went to visit our friends Miah, Amber, Madi and Sawyer this weekend in Oklahoma City.  We had a great time! Brad and I were both surprised at how well the boys traveled.  Jude made one little peep and of course, our little chatterbox talked non-stop the entire time...going and coming.  But no fussing.  When we got there Brad and Miah put all the kids down and Amber and I went shopping.  When we got home I went to bed and snuggled down between Jude and James.  I was thinking to myself what a sweet blessing it was to have my sweet hubby and two precious boys all sleeping withing arms reach.  Two minutes later I was ready to head for the couch when Jude started talking in his sleep, James started snoring like a freight train and smacking me in the face with his arms and then his legs.  He is as active in his sleep as he is when he is awake.  Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep. The next morning after breakfast, Amber and I headed out...

Today we went to a birthday party for our friend's daughter, Madi.  James had so much fun!  Here he is jumping with Charly. There were trampolines, foam pits, and bouncy things. He really loved when Brad threw him into the foam pit. Jude didn't have as much fun as James did. Here is the birthday girl, Madi. And her little sister, Sawyer. After working up an appetite jumping and bouncing Jamesie enjoyed a cupcake. And a sugar coma. I guess all that playing dried his lips out.  He asked for some "mex". Jude snacked on his piggies. I took this video because Jude was so cranky while he was in the betsy and I thought it was funny.  Then my little camera hog showed up.

Saturday night we decorated my parents Christmas tree with them. It was such a fun night. I have such sweet memories from my childhood of Christmas tree decorating. My Mom always made it so special for us and now she is making precious memories with my sons. James did a little decorating with his own special flair. Hmmm... I don't know about that. Mom has these little ceramic boots. James has a thing for boots. He loves them. He really could not understand why they wouldn't fit on his fat little feet no matter how hard he tried to cram them in there. Even the bigger one wouldn't fit! Darn it! This picture clearly proves that I am Daddy's favorite. Sorry sisters...pictures don't lie. Well, maybe it doesn't prove that. But it's fun to say. When I was little, Dad would put me on his shoulders and I would put the angel on top of the tree. Or that pointy gold thing. What is that thing called?!?! I don't know. At some point, we switched over to an ...