All I want for Christmas...

So about a week ago our ward had it's Christmas party. As we were eating breakfast I decided to tell the boys the exciting news that we were going to a party that night and that Santa would be there. Much to my surprise the news of seeing Santa actually upset Xander. Our conversation went like this:

Me: Guess what boys tonight we are going to a Christmas party and guess who's going to be there... Santa!!!
Xander: **With a very distraught look on his face** Mommy, Santa won't be coming because I didn't write him a letter. He won't come!
Me: Sweetie don't get upset, we can write a letter to Santa this morning after we finish our breakfast.
Xander: And then we ride the train to the North Pole?!? (As you can tell a certain someone is obsessed with the movie, and book, The Polar Express)
Me: No, Santa will actually ride the train to come to us tonight.
Xander: Oh, that so nice of him.

After breakfast was finished I got out some paper and crayons and had the boys make drawings of the things they wanted Santa to bring them for Christmas and then I would write out what they wanted to say. Blayne basically just made squiggles all over the place while Xander appeared to just be drawing lots of circles. I then had them dictate to me what they wanted written.

Me: Okay Xander, what would you like me to write to Santa?
Xander: Tell him thank you for being Santa and for bringing toys, and all I want for Christmas is a chocolate chip cookie for me and for daddy.
Me: Is that all you would like me to write?
Xander: Oh! And a cookie for you and for Blayne.

Then it was Blayne's turn...

Me: What would you like me to tell Santa Blayne?
Blayne: Thank you, food, and movie.
Xander: Umm... mommy? I need to tell Santa to also bring me a toy that has a button you push and it makes noise, and a movie too.







Later that night as we awaited the appearance of Old Saint Nick, I was imagining my child sitting on Santa's lap listing off numerous amounts of toys and candies that he had forgotten to add to his list but had suddenly remembered as he heard the other children listing off their wish lists. When their turns came to sit with Santa, Blayne would have none of it. He just ran off crying to the corner of the room where a bunch of older boys stood in a circle. I guess he figured safety in numbers. Xander however went straight to Santa ready to make his requests....



Santa: What's your name?
Xander: Xander Beck.
Santa: And what would you like for Christmas Xander?
Xander: A chocolate chip cookie.

Santa then looked at me with a look of shock and surprise, and I just smiled with pride over my sweet little boy.
Later on when we were telling the story to some of my girls at mutual Xander began laughing. When I asked him what was so funny he responded with:

Xander: Mommy, I asked Santa for a chocolate chip cookie, and he gave me a bag of candy and a balloon. So funny.

Basically, Santa has it really easy this year at our place.
You're welcome Santa, you're welcome.

The new hair do....

Many of you have been asking questions and making comments about Blayne's latest hair do. **Especially those who saw it when it was a close buzz and hadn't begun growing out yet. **

To answer your questions....
#1: No, he's not going into the army.
#2: No, he's not sick with some disease.
#3: No, we were not planning on making him 'Mr. Clean' for Halloween (even though the hair cut did take place the 1st week of Oct.).
#4: YES, his big brother did play an influential role in the decision to get his hair cut. And that role being.... instigator.

See... ever since Blayne was born anytime Zach and I would try to wash, comb, or trim his hair we were met with horrible banshee screaming and flailing of the arms and legs. Our little one made it very clear that his hair was a "NO TOUCHIE" zone.

That being said... it was a busy day back in the beginning of October as I was rushing to get the family packed for our big trip to Utah to see my family (which, as a side note, was absolutely fabulous even though the one thing I forgot to pack was our camera). All that was left to do was to get all the boys things packed away into their bags. A seemingly easy thing if you don't have two little toddlers who like to pull things out as soon as you put them in. So to get it done without any interruptions I decided to give them their t.v. time for the day. Usually t.v. time for my boys is 30 min. of eyes glued to the show and many exclamations of counting, singing the alphabet, or answering the questions of whichever t.v. character happens to be on.
I raced back to their rooms and began packing like a mad woman. Amidst my frantic packing I realized that sound that every mother dreads..... the sound of complete and utter silence. Any mother of young children knows the silence which I am speaking of. Not the longed and wished for sound of peaceful silence, but instead the utter and complete silence which means something naughty has happened or is happening at that very moment.
As I rushed back into the front room where the two culprits were, this is what I saw.....





Yep, my poor little baby had been clipped. The saddest part was not that my oldest had disobeyed me and been playing with something that he has been informed is off limits, no... the saddest part of it all was that the small amount of hair that Blayne did have had taken him almost 2 years to grow. I sat imagining my child bald for the next 2 years, and images of the movie "Powder" kept popping into my head.

Needless to say the culprits were indeed punished:





And have since learned that scissors are not to be touched without a mommy or daddy present. I'm still shocked that as Xander was chopping Blayne's hair, Blayne didn't make even one peep. Tickle me Elmo I understand because he was currently in the OFF position, but I didn't think Blayne's banshee scream had an OFF button (And yes, Xander not only cut Blayne's and his own hair but Tickle me Elmo's as well. Obviously the kid wants to be a barber when he grows up.).

Thankfully, his hair is actually growing quickly and in my opinion he looks pretty cute with a buzz cut. For those interested here's the interview with the culprit/victim right after the incident had occurred. You'll have to forgive him for being a little camera shy, he had just been through a pretty traumatic event.

Nana's Story Time

Every now and then the boys get to have story time with their Nana Kendell over Ichat. The boys get so excited each and every time we start an Ichat with Nana and Papa Kendell, that often before a hello is even said they are jumping up and down asking Nana to read them a book. Nana Kendell not only has some wonderful and exciting books, but has a special talent as a story teller as well. We feel so blessed to have such a talented and loving Nana. Thanks Nana!