It's the holiday season...

Our Christmas tree will probably not make it to Christmas morning. Jaxon has taken to systematically removing every ball, ornament, piece of ribbon, etc. from the tree. Thankfully, he can only reach the bottom two-thirds of the tree, so the top third looks pretty.



When Donnie first put up the tree, the ribbon was neat and even, the ornaments were well placed, and the balls were evenly spaced. Donnie did a really good job. Now, he would prefer that I not mention he put up the tree himself.

Hip Hip Hooray!

For months we have been trying to convince Sydney to help out around the house. We gave her a little chore chart (only three a day), and a piggy bank to collect her allowance (a quarter a day if she completes all three tasks).

Everyday, I would remind her to do her chores, but she never lifted a finger. Finally, I gave up. I haven't said a word to her in probably three weeks, and her piggy bank still sits with 50 cents in it (that was our starting gift).

Yesterday, I walked into her room to find her singing a clean up song, and picking up her toys. Then she pointed out that she made her bed, and was almost ready to vacuum (we have no carpet in our house, only two little area rugs). It was one of the greatest days ever.

What every little girl aspires to be

Today as we walked around the zoo, Sydney turned to me and said, "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a komodo dragon."

I wasn't sure where to start - people do not grow into animals, or of all of the animals to choose from, why would anyone choose a gross, scaly, belly crawler with a pitchfork for a tongue?