Dawson's Day Out.

Grammy G and Grandpa watch Dawson for us on Mondays. This makes me incredibly happy because I already feel guilty enough that he is in daycare at all. Knowing he gets to stay home one day a week brings sanity to my discombobulated motherhood. On this particular Monday, Grammy G and Grandpa took Dawson to the Denver Children's Museum. Unfortunately I don't have a lot of stories to go with the pictures. Usually I talk too much anyway, so this is your opportunity to see more pictures with less commentary. Unless I decide I want to interject something, in which case.. too bad for you. Personally, I think this picture above with him in his fireman outfit is rather adorable. So without further adieu, here is the evidence of his stupendous day.

He seems so excited to be that tall.

He'll feed strangers, but not for free.

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Little bossy butt girl thought she should be cashier.

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Bonding with Icing.

I couldn't very well use "Decorating Christmas Cookies" for my title for 2 reasons.#1. It's too boring. #2. I think I used that title last year.The other tradition we have in our household is to decorate Christmas cookies. You can be sure, this is my last Christmas post and I'm psychologically ready to move on.

The mentally disturbing cookies were decorated by Jason and Steve. The cookies I decorated ended up being gloppy masses of frosting with a bad attempt at food art. But Food Network could still take some valuable tips from me. Such as never let your 3 year old hold the bottle of sprinkles to decorate his cookies.Dawson helped Grammy G make peanut butter blossom cookies. His role was easy. Just unwrap the Hershey kisses and put the chocolate in a bowl. You can tell by his concentrated look that he was up to this challenge. As a matter of fact, I secretly kept taking the kisses he unwrapped out of the bowl and re-wrapped them. 

Where Was I?

Do any of you remember December 25, 2009? (Look Michelle! I fixed it just for you!) Because I’m about to inform you of what happened on that day in our household. I have to do this due to my compulsion to be chronological. I cannot move forward without back posting. It’s nature’s way.So,Dawson managed to sleep in on Christmas morning. No getting up at 2 a.m. and sneaking downstairs to open presents then re-wrap them like Jason used to do. I kind’ve wish he had in a way though, because that would add so much to his already sporadic personality.It’s a tradition that we get pictures on the stairs when we all get up and get ready to eat breakfast then open gifts. I made Dawson pose a thousand times. He did fairly well, considering the fact that he was showing great restraint to get down the steps and rip into his presents. Actually, I’m probably worse about that than he is.

Then I had him pose in front of the tree. Pure torture now. The presents were within arm’s reach. Then I made him wait while I opened a present first. KIDDING.

But wait. Now it’s time to get FAMILY pictures. Oh yeah. We don’t mess around on Christmas.

Now it’s time to open presents. That feels quite funky to type out in February.





I do have to tell you that I'm most proud of my water bottle that Jason got me for Christmas. Do you know that just about ALL of my coworkers own one of those? Yeah. It was peer pressure that wreaked havoc on my Christmas wish list this year.
The bombdiggity of all gift bags I set before you

And..A video of a Christmas boy's dream come true:

Documentary of a 4 year old.

Today is Dawson's birthday. I didn't think I would be emotional for the year four. Why should I be emotional, I mean it's after 3 and before 5. There's nothing to it. But last night when I put him to bed I actually cried a little. Not enough to constitute a breakdown though. Just enough to show that I'm a little bummed about him growing up. I think that's a healthy dose of depression.

This morning I had to assure Dawson 3 times that he was really and truly 4 years old. He said, "but mommy, I'm not 3, I'm 4? Today I'm 4?" "Yes Dawson." (say that 3 more times in order for the whole scenario to have the full effect).

I've got to keep this one short because we're headed to Chuck E. Cheese to celebrate as soon as Jason gets home from work. So I'll leave you with this story:

I bought cupcakes for Dawson to take with him to school today. When we were ready to leave, he ran downstairs, grabbed the container of cupcakes, turned them upside down and declared he would carry the cupcakes out to the car. Then he tilted them at an angle and headed out the door.