Christmas 2010

Since it's almost New Year's, I figured I'd post some of our pictures from Christmas.

Santa was generous and pretty much amazing this year.  He really stepped it up.  Every kid got exactly what they asked for.

Matt asked for a remote control monster truck.  Does it matter that that's exactly what he got from Santa last year?  Nah, why would it? 

Abby got a unicorn Pillow Pet.  Abby was wishy-washy all December about what she wanted for Christmas, but there was one thing she continually asked for: a unicorn Pillow Pet. 

Millie hasn't had a lot of experience with Santa yet, so she didn't really know that she needed to ask for something.  Besides, even if she had, I think she would've only asked for a shoe, sock, book, or snack since those are most of her favorite words.  However, Santa did think about how she loves cars and when we told him that she loved the ride-on cars at Cindy's house last month, he put two and two together and got her favorite gift of the year.

And the number one gift Santa brought was the tortoise that Emma has been asking for for a little over two years.  He's so cute and little, but he has the potential of growing to be 18" and 40 lbs.  Eventually he will be an outdoor pet, but for now he lives in the tank Emma's sitting in front of.  She named him Dribble, like the turtle in the Judy Blume book Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.  But this little guy is a tortoise, not a turtle.  Emma has happily taken on the responsibility of being a pet owner and everyone loves to peek in at him all throughout the day.

There are a few other pictures, but I won't bore you.  It was an awesome day and we had a great Christmas weekend. 

Going to the Dogs

Today we went to meet a dog that one of Josh's coworkers is trying to find a new home for. Unfortunately, she's come against some hardships and won't be able to keep him soon.

He's a Chesapeake Bay Retriever named Scooter and we all prepared to fall in love with him and bring him home.

Everyone but Millie, that is. He was a bit bigger than we expected. He stood muzzle to forehead to Millie and was a bit rambunctious (he's only a year old). Millie couldn't handle him. He scared her. A lot. She screamed and cried, which upset him and he wanted to protect her. His barking only caused her to shake to her core.

We really had hoped to have a new member of our family. But a Chessie isn't the right breed for us.

Maybe we'll find the right one some other time.