Merry Christmas to all, and to all...

I paraphrase the great Will Farrell in his description of the meaning of Christmas, "Christmas is a time of giving. When you give a gift to a person, it means you love them. Therefore, rich people love each other a lot...and poor people don't love each other." I think that pretty much says it. Now that I think about it, I may have heard that in a conference talk... Either way, I just want to make sure you all know that if you didn't receive a gift from me, it's because I am poor and therefore do not love you. Whew. Glad I got that off my chest. I guess I can go back to my life again.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,

McKay

(for those of you who don't get sarcasm, yes, this is intended to mean the opposite of what it says. Yes, I love you all even if I don't give you a gift. Sheesh.)

Told to update!!

I just called home to Rigby and Dad knowing that it's me just said, "You have a blog use it!!" And with that being said hung up. So I'm doing what I've been told to do so I don't get grounded :) I know that you miss us and we miss you too.

Because McKay works at the college he knows about all the activities in the community and at the school. It's really help us in our relocation. This particular event was at the Harriet Center and it was creepy crawly day. The boys loved it. They had snakes, spiders, big beetles, and my favorite was the turtle. I wasn't able to get a good picture of him though. So I guess that's all for today.

A couple of months ago the construction company who owns the place we're renting decided to build a fence between our home and our neighbor's. Normally I would have been excited because it defines the property and keeps the kids in. I wasn't excited because our "yard" became a... well very small 15x15 square. Anyways needless to say we haven't been in the back yard since. Carter was the one that thought it would be fun to get into the hole that was dug for the posts. Because the boys are shaped like their Dad they were able to fit into it. It brought me back to a memory when I was helping my dad put the basketball hoop into the ground. My dad and a neighbor put me into the whole as well. I thought I was pretty cool because I was the only one who could fit, the boys thought it was cool as well. Hope you like the pictures.