Sundays

Ever since I became LDS, I learned the value of Sundays. We don't do the best Sabbath day activities ever, but in our own way, it is about our family and what is more Sabbath then that?. I try to stay away from work and try my hardest to focus on the boys. (except for that little nap)

Today our house was ruled by boys, I tried to snap a few pictures to just give you an idea of what you are missing. Here is the breakdown:

At church the two oldest boys chowed down Lifesavers. The whole pack; ate them like candy. We came home and they did the same. Monkey just told me somebody messed up and put nothing but red ones in one pack. Yes he can read, but obviously his perception still needs work.

Squawky came home and went through the fridge, like always. He eats everything. Last night he ate three man sized servings of "Misacetti" (spaghetti) in the same time I managed to eat one serving. When he becomes a teenager, I am sending him to live with Nana for the summers, she is used to feeding never ending boy bellies. It will give her time to reminisce.

Here are some pictures from the day:


Monkey as Superman with his head in the Cat in the Hat sorting hat.













Monkey's mommy told him if he says, "I hate Squawky" again she would wash his mouth out with soap. He said, we have pineapple flavored soap and it would taste good. I grabbed the camera and . . .













. . .the results.















Squawky comes out and shows off his Decepticon socks (evil Transformers)


5 Minutes later ...broken plate...


Coincidence?











I made this picture small on purpose. If you have a strong stomach you will notice definite boy hanging from the right nostril.



The next little Transformer. . .











Wifey wanted to take some sweet pictures of the boys by the Christmas tree and this is what she got. . .

My favorite Christmas gift 2007

Some of my favorite Christmas songs: Last Christmas by Wham, Litttle St. Nick by The Beach Boys
You would think that my favorite Christmas present this year would be something from one of my little punks. I have to admit I will enjoy reading the Nixon biography from them, but it is not my favorite. My favorite present this year is revenge. ( I know, it sounds sooo Christmasy right? Sounds like a Tim Burton Christmas movie) My favorite this year is from Walker's baby.

You might remember a past blog "It's On" if you have not read this one yet, pause and review. It will explain so much. If you prefer to just read this blog, here is a short recap. Walker switched my Laker's license plate with a King's plate. I swore revenge.

About 2 months ago, I hatched my plan but knew I would have to have patience to pull it off in the best manner. Timing is everything. I put the plan in play and with the support of my wife and a secret confidant who shall not be named. (I will say that when the first Deanery medal is awarded they will definitely be in the running.) About two weeks ago I started planting the seed in Walker's head. I told him, in a wisper, "it's coming." The plan really came together in the last week and I had all the youth from our Ward (church congregation for you non-Mormons) go up to The Walker this last Sunday and tell him, "it's coming." He was really starting to get worried, I could see the uncontrollable twitch from his right eye.

To really make him worry, I asked him when he was leaving town. We have his house key and if he is gone, that leaves him so vulnerable. I heard he thought I was going to mow LA into his lawn. It was in consideration.

It is now Christmas morning and by now revenge has been served. There has been no call from Walker to let me know that he has felt the fury yet, he wouldn't let me know, but I know.

You see, this morning he received his very first Christmas gift from his daughter. A framed Photo. . .

. . .isn't it the sweetest little gift to give a Sacramento King's fan? Thanks Walker, you made my Christmas.