I couldn't get tickets this year for the Polar Express, so we decided to improvise by taking Trax to the temple to see the lights. We met Hannah and Ransom at Red Robin in Murray for dinner. Dylan still has some sores on his tongue, so he didn't eat very much, just laid on Dave's lap. Emma ate about 10 fries, when she could take her eyes off of Ransom. She is pretty smitten with him. Anyway after dinner we bundled up and boarded the train. I was pretty nervous riding Trax, because the majority of our crisis patients arrive and depart on Trax, but our ride was fairly uneventful, and after several stops we made it to the temple. It was a great night and the lights were beautiful. The boys were in awe and really well behaved. They loved the lights and the train, and giving change to the panhandlers. It was a fun night.
The boys are getting excited about their presents and are full of questions. They don't really respond to "Santa's watching" anymore, due to the naughty kid in Polar Express still getting presents. At least Dawson is starting to repeat the mantra of "Fire isn't really a kid toy", I hope he won't be disapointed when there isn't a flame throwing spiderman under the Christmas Tree. They are getting really good at shooting the Santa ornament on the ceiling fan with their Nerf dart guns. I really wish it was a tad warmer than 7 degrees outside, they really need some outside time.
Last night Dawson was getting out of the hot tub and made a leap from the wooden steps to the concrete steps and they water had turned to ice. His legs went right out from under him and he smacked his chin and chest on the concrete. He only got hysterical when the blood started gushing from his mouth and chin. Luckily though, he didn't lose any teeth or need stitches. I am in total amazement that we have not had one episode of stitches with the boys. They are counting their blessings too, I know. A couple of months ago we were at RC Willey looking at appliances for our new house and the boys were running around like usual. I just got down on their level and explained to them in explicit detail what getting stitches was like. I used a very calm voice and maybe exaggerated the size of needle a little bit, but it worked for awhile. Before I knew it though, there they were, jumping from mattress to mattress-"Hey look mom, no sharp corners!"
The boys are getting excited about their presents and are full of questions. They don't really respond to "Santa's watching" anymore, due to the naughty kid in Polar Express still getting presents. At least Dawson is starting to repeat the mantra of "Fire isn't really a kid toy", I hope he won't be disapointed when there isn't a flame throwing spiderman under the Christmas Tree. They are getting really good at shooting the Santa ornament on the ceiling fan with their Nerf dart guns. I really wish it was a tad warmer than 7 degrees outside, they really need some outside time.
Last night Dawson was getting out of the hot tub and made a leap from the wooden steps to the concrete steps and they water had turned to ice. His legs went right out from under him and he smacked his chin and chest on the concrete. He only got hysterical when the blood started gushing from his mouth and chin. Luckily though, he didn't lose any teeth or need stitches. I am in total amazement that we have not had one episode of stitches with the boys. They are counting their blessings too, I know. A couple of months ago we were at RC Willey looking at appliances for our new house and the boys were running around like usual. I just got down on their level and explained to them in explicit detail what getting stitches was like. I used a very calm voice and maybe exaggerated the size of needle a little bit, but it worked for awhile. Before I knew it though, there they were, jumping from mattress to mattress-"Hey look mom, no sharp corners!"
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