Christmas Day

ah...the blessed moment of finally getting to see the loot!
It was so fun to see Jack's face when he saw all of the din-O-suars that Santa brought.
talk about heaven for this kid
all the goods that jolly old saint nic brought
The baby liked all her toys and everyone else's toys but most of all she liked this apple.
Classic "can you believe it" face from Chloe
Ellie and her new best friend Mr. Ipod
Christmas was so much fun! I love living vicariously through the little ones as they experience all the fun of the holiday's.

A little note for Santa: All I want for Christmas next year is my handsome hubby by my side!


Jingle Bells

I can't even begin to explain how great it has been to be home for Christmas! Having Dan here would have made it perfect...we are missing him terribly! Luckily I have the most unselfish husband in the world. He knew how important it would be for us to be home and for the kids to have a real Christmas filled with all the magic and fun we both had growing up!

Christmas Eve we had the age old tradition of opening PJ's.

Jane is loving the carpet and has become a crazy lady. She is absolutely LOVING all the attention from the girls, her Auntie Leah, and her Gram and Peeps!

Nora came over and we got all the little kiddos together for a picture. So cute!
Two peas in a pod
So cute in their new jammies!


Well we made it after a VERY long trip and we are so glad! One of the things we were excited to see was SNOW and we weren't disappointed. Jack was so excited to get out and play he didn't even care about his pretty pink pants. They had fun but like most snow days it was short lived. Jack was back inside in about 15 minutes because his hands were cold. I now remember that that I never really liked the snow :)


Haircut from H *E* double hockey sticks

I have been on a blogging hiatus of late, mainly because my camera has decided to not turn on. I have also been accused of not really talking a whole lot about my new home. {Actually its kind of funny if you didn't know me or my situation you could read my blog and completely miss the fact that I live on the other end of the world} so here you go people a post with a Cambodian story to boot!

It all started the other day when I mentioned to my driver that Jack really needed a haircut. My driver is a branch president here and also my nannies father and he cheerfully told me about this great little place right by the house where a man of over 20 years of experience and has cut many of the missionaries hair. He also told me it was only $1 and since Jack's last haircut was a whooping $2 I thought...DEAL! So the next day we headed over after picking Jack up from school. I was a little distracted putting Jacks shoes on that I didn't see the place when he park but when I got out of the car I just about died right there.

Picture this: 4x4 wood shack, never been cleaned in all the 20 years of experience {I am sure of it}, a chair with a wood plank set over the handle bars for Jack's seat, and a cape with who knows what on it...i am hyperventilating by now and wondering how the h I can get out of this! Well they don't give me the chance because they pick Jack up and shoe me out of the shack! I couldn't believe it I mean I am the mom who literally has repositioned the haircutters hand just to make sure she gets it right!!!! And they are telling me to get out! FAT CHANCE! I walk back in {too late} and watch on in HORROR as the barber hacks at Jacks hair. I try to have him make a few changes to make it look half way decent and think that it is all over until he picks up the nastiest looking brush and before I can say NOOOOOO!!!!!! brushes Jacks hair. I don't even want to think about who has had their hair brushed with that brush...I still shiver every time just thinking about. I quickly paid my buck and hightailed it out of there praying that Jack would not have lice.

I got home, threw jack in a HOT bath, scrubbed until he was red and have been checking his scalp ever since. No creepy crawlies which has only increased my faith in prayer! The cut is a little scary but nothing a little pomade can't fix. The only real damage are my emotional scars! Next time I think I'll pay the additional dollar!