Alas, why? A sequel in list form

Alas,

1. ...why does Fynn wake up every night at 11:00 and refuse to go to sleep?
2. ...why does the rabbit insist on training for the Metroplex Tortoise and Hare Benefit Marathon in his loud, shaky cage as soon as I am trying to rock Fynn back to sleep?
3. ...why does the dog insist on drinking water as soon as I am rocking Fynn back to sleep? "SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP, SCHLOP!"
4. ...why does the cat insist on knocking over my large Nutracker soldier guy just as I am trying to rock Fynn to sleep?
5. ...why does Fynn take 20 minutes to get to sleep rather than the usual 5 on the only night I am rocking him with dripping wet hair?
6. ...why can't I sleep when I have a blog post in my head?
7. ...why do I think ya'll would care?

Good night.

WAIT! a P.S.: Alas, why did Fynn start crying again as soon as I was about to hit "Publish" and get in bed at a decent time?

Woohoo!

Fynn took two steps tonight! Soon the time will come when I can walk past him without him lunging at me from whatever he's holding onto, grasping onto my clothes for dear life, and risk dragging a rug burn onto his butt.

Way-back Wednesday

My turn! I took some old pictures over to Sarah's to get them scanned. But I was lazy and trying to make it easy on Sarah, so we scanned several together. I'll probably rescan them sometime soon, and it helps that Ashley has a scanner now, too. So here are three pictures from different eras of my life, click on them for easier viewing:
That first one is when my hair was literally 50% bangs, and I'm cuddling one of my many cats. Then there's me in eighth grade with some friends. Wow. And the third is me and my sister, Amy. That one is a more accurate representation, because I had to get thick bifocals when I was three years old, and wore them until 7th grade. Ugh.

Alas, why?

So, as usual, my latest Anthropologie catalog is flawless, a fine work of art. But, I ask again: Alas, why? Why the model's hair so crazy? (Not on the front cover, inside.) Is it supposed to be artistic? Because I find it wildly distracting and detracting from the sheer heavenly, fairy sewn perfection of the clothes themselves. So I guess, actually, the catalog is not that flawless.

A Tinkling Chandelier, An Owl That Hoots

Tonight was the ornament exchange for our Relief Society. We did the whole "pick numbers, you can steal three times" deal. (What's that called again, I'm blank?) Anyway, Missy picked this pink chandelier one, which I loved. It didn't match her tree, so she said I could steal it. She even protected it for me. Since I love all colors on my tree, and eclectic things, I swooned when I was able to keep it. It's pink, with very light purple and green beads. Love it.
Someone else had this owl ornament, and for some reason lately, I am loving owl stuff. I have this necklace I wear all the time. I had to find out where it was purchased, so of course Shannon, Erin and I all went immediately to Walmart and I found one just like it. (That's right, Bryce. I did.) I bought a second one for Rhea, whom Erin had taken it from. Rhea loved it, so I will take the other one I bought to church for her on Sunday. Is this not the cutest dang thing you've ever seen in your life? The picture doesn't do it justice. (On another note, as you can see in the background, I still have that *%#! rabbit.)
And just because I love her so, I end this post with a picture of my prettiest of pretties, the lovely Batgirl, a-snug under the tree:

He was one of the wise men...

Okay, so I'm in Primary at church. I have the 6 and 7 year olds. My class is mostly girls, and one in particular, we'll call her Bree, comes up with the funniest ideas and random thoughts. I always have a story Sundays after church. This Sunday, we were talking about tithing, and I don't remember what sparked the question, but one of the girls asked, "Why do some people not believe in Jesus?"

I answered, "Well, we live in a world with a lot of different people. Some have never heard of Jesus, and others just believe something different." I didn't know what else to say; I didn't want to get too complicated for them to understand. Then I saw Bree, all wide-eyed and shocked, lean over to the girl next to her and say, "Yeah, some people don't believe in Jesus, but there are even some who don't believe in Santa Claus!" Said with the greatest degree of urgency and drama as was needed in the event of this catastrophe.

A Plethora o' Pictures

I sat down to post some Christmas pictures, but when I got into it, I realized there were some others I hadn't posted. So enjoy the abundance.

Any day now, he'll be going green and walking on his own.

George finding any warm place he can.

Really didn't want his picture taken.

Cousins

Pirate CheeseBeard

My fairy ornament, she of the "put a tree light up her butt, and her wings will glow." I had to include this because it looks like she's just sitting there on that branch.

This is as crafty as I will ever get. I've made all our stockings over the years. Fynn's is by far my favorite, with its little motorcycle under his name. I think I was smoking crack made from scrapbooking paper when I made Ewan's, three years ago. Can you say overkill? I think I'll redo it next year.

Yeah, that's been a problem.

Concentrating.

This may be my favorite picture of him EVER.

Taken by Bryce.

Our fat tree. The reason the ornaments are all wonky is due to that little guy in green a few pictures up. I need a better picture of this tree...

Duh

I love it when stuff like this is in the news.

Dear Lady at the Library,

Thanks so much for your concern over my baby on this cold day. But I don't think I need your advice. I happen to think he can handle being out in the cold. See that? What he's wearing? That's called a coat. I assume you don't know since you aren't wearing one yourself. I wasn't aware that when the temperature dropped I was supposed to shut my kids inside the house in isolation and turn the heater up to 208 degrees. It's 40 degrees outside, not 40 below. Please, next time, save your nasty looks and ugly words for someone who needs the advice. Hey, while you are here, why don't you go inside and check out a book on manners, or baby care? Have a lovely day.

Love,
Kelli

In which he looks exactly like Uncle DJ

DJ, Troy, Ewan, Bryce, Grandpa (March 2006, the best picture of DJ I could find. But trust me, he looks like him!)