Correction and some classic Jake

Well, I said that there were six crazy kids at Christmas. I wasn't counting Alisa. She is never crazy! Ha, ha.

I just didn't count this adorable boy. Just look at those eyes and tell me how you could count him in with the crazies? :) What a sweetie... although he did love banging the Christmas tree balls together...

and yes I stole this picture off of your blog, Manda...

So, some unforgettable funnies from the kids at Christmas. Wish I could remember more. 

*Jake and the "spicy drink" (soda). He was in heaven anytime he had a can in hand, which was multiple times a day. It was diet, but still... bad for the bones. By the end, his cousins were calling it spicy drink instead of soda, too.

*Jake AND Alisa singing the chorus to Hark the Herald (I KNEW that other spelling looked weird, Jacqui!) Angels Sing--Glo-ooooo-ooooo-ooooo-ria (Alisa is right on pitch, it's amazing!) and Jake finishing it off with "Jesus, Kelsi, Spirit, all." (Kelsi is his aunt, although now that we've sung it to them a few times, he is saying "Jesus, Chelsea, Spirit, All").

*Scott, Jeff, and Dad taking all the kids sledding and Jake insisting on hitting the big jumps by himself and impressing everyone around him. Is the kid really only three?! Seriously. I guess it's good he no longer has front teeth to knock out.

*Jake pointing constantly with his middle finger. His older cousins (9 and 6 years old) were freaking out every time. They tried to teach him it was bad, and he came to us and explained, "This finger (pointer) is bad, but this finger (middle) is good." I finally told the girls he was just doing "Where is tall man?" and not to worry about it. Now we tell him that the middle finger always needs a friend up, too. Anyone else's kid do this?

*We got to go skiing (Thanks again, Les and Linda) and rented Jake some AWESOME mini skis. They were about to his chest or smaller and he was so proud of them! He rode the chairlift with Grandpa most of the time and was very concerned: Is the chair going to break? Are we going to fall down?

*After little persuasion, I decided that skiing was like riding a bike and that I would remember how (even though it'd been 7 years and I am pregnant). It was great--minus the burning quads. Jake only had ONE meltdown when he wanted to ski "all by myself" and point his skis straight down the mountain. I guess I was too wimpy going back and forth in the good ol' plow. He fell right down on his back and through tears said, "I broke my leg!" There were a couple of times we sat down to take a break and even then he would say, "I just broke my arm! I broke my knuckles!" I think there's some false idea here... Besides that, he had a blast and declared that he wanted to go again and again and never go home!

*Jake's prayer at the end of the ski day: "Thank you I could go skiing and bring my own little skis, and that I got the skis from the store and they are mine, and that I could do tricks, like this (doing a trick on the bed), and like this (another trick), and like this..." Yep, we emphasize reverence in our prayers. Ha!

*Alisa LOVED Abby the dog (as opposed to Abby the girl--Jake's friend). She followed her around saying "Abby dog, Abby dog" and Abby would high tail it to the doggie door. That didn't stop Alisa. We found her stuck multiple times in that darned door. 

*Alisa would drag Abby's bed to her instead of waiting for her to come to bed.

*Every time Alisa sat in the high chair to eat, she's take a bite and drop a bite for Abby, or just feed Abby instead. They shared drinks and snacks, too. Yum.

*Alisa and Jake persuaded Abby to let them pet and play with her by the end of the week by feeding her doggie treat after doggie treat while no one was looking. Abby took the abuse quite well.