Merry Christmas!

As anticipated the policeman costume we got Ruby for her birthday was the object of her heart's desire. She immediately put on the hat, pants, shirt, belt, badge, and handcuffs with keys and wore them all day.

After triple checking that Ruby wouldn't rather have lamb vindaloo for her birthday than a Happy Meal and repeatedly being shot down, Woo suggested that they go to the hospital where Ruby was born and then go eat lunch somewhere close by. She agreed.

Coming out of the hospital they saw a woman smoking in front of some no-smoking signs.
Ruby: That lady's breaking the rules. 
Woo: Hmm. Do you want to go arrest her? 
Ruby (considering): No. Maybe when we come back. If she's still there. 
Moments later...
Ruby: Maybe the police will give me a gun, and I can go shoot her. (!?!?!) 
Woo: Ruby! Policemen don't just shoot someone because they're breaking the rules...! Would you like it if Mom or Dad shot you the next time you're being disobedient? 
Ruby: NO! 
Later in the day...
Ruby: Mom, I'm feeling the Holy Ghost. 
Me: Oh, you are? How can you tell? 
Ruby: Because I feel good inside. Because I'm a police. 
Herbie still has a hard time dealing with his feelings of excitement and he was a bear to deal with several times this week.

Monday and Tuesday were the worst because he knew Ruby's birthday and Christmas were coming, but we didn't really have any fun activities planned those days. I was getting tired of the bickering, and I remember how hard it was to wait those couple of days before Christmas, so I broke down and let them watch movies twice this week.

Herbie's two favorite presents are his new dump truck and his new "guitar" (ukulele). Although, he was also quite excited about his new "jeanies" (jeans) and new church book (illustrated BofM). The best part about the dump truck is the manly rock music it plays when he drives it, and the best part about the ukulele is the cute songs he sings while he's strumming it.

Moses is still young enough to be completely oblivious to the fact that Christmas is coming, and so he was pleasantly surprised to open the object of his dreams on Christmas morning: a large truck.

He prefers playing with that thing to eating, sleeping, reading, pretty much anything he's ever done in the past. He's extremely possessive of it (only today agreeing to take a turn with Herbie's dump truck while Herbie played with his), and has barely eaten anything since we got it---he always wants to return to it.

He's afraid of the sounds the truck makes, but likes to put the worker in the seat and pull him out again, over and over again.

Woo and I had good Christmas' too, but I'm tired of writing... Thank you everyone for your gifts! I hope you all enjoyed yourselves as well. I'll talk to you later.


Christmas Cheer

I'm really excited about Ruby's birthday and Christmas this week. It's so fun knowing that you're giving your kids presents that will make them jump for joy.

Woo decided to start a new birthday tradition and take the birthday child out to lunch on their birthday. When asked where she would like to go for lunch with Dad, Ruby instantly yelled, "McDonalds!" even though she's only been there once. I've failed as a parent.

Ruby was proudly dressed as a shepherd in the primary's mini-nativity scene during Sacrament meeting. The primary learned their lesson last year, and no one tried to corral her into being an angel. She was probably the most pleased with herself out of all the kids there, and kept holding up her stuffed lamb, so there would be no mistaking what she was.

Herbie views the primary as some sort of utopia and is eagerly awaiting the day when he graduates from nursery. He keeps talking about giving a talk in the primary program (which he thinks will happen the second he gets there), and today he really wanted to be up there with the other kids, but he wasn't that impressed with the shepherds. He wants to be Joseph.

It didn't help that Ruby emerged today with a stocking full of treats and the nursery kids got nothing. Herbie occasionally tells us he doesn't like nursery. He doesn't like the chaos that is in there sometimes. Also, he seems to consider the older kids as his peers.

Moses is finally at the age where he can start wearing the little boy suits that we have. Those paired with cowboy boots and a tie are always a hit with everyone. (No wonder Ruby has suit envy). Moses doesn't like the attention though. He gives either blank stares or glares, depending on how he's feeling, I guess.

Woo was really strung up earlier this week, assuming the worst about his update, but it was released without a hitch, and he's been able to work on other things. He's started to automate one of the tasks that takes up a lot of his day, and has made answers to common questions blatantly obvious inside his app to free himself from some of the customer service burden.

He's been concerned that sales have dropped some (as have all the radio apps), but we're still making plenty, and I feel like if his sales really drop to zero, he'll finally have time to work on one of his many other ideas.

We also had the brilliant idea (thanks to one of Woo's friends) of renting or buying an old motor home to drive around in for a month or two while searching for our next home (after our house sells). It's something that Woo has wanted to do for awhile, and I think it will be easier on the kids than renting in some central location and taking road trips and sleeping in different beds every weekend. 
We are excited.

Anyway, that's about it. Sorry we won't see any of you for Christmas, but hopefully we'll see you all in a couple of months!



Well, we got a realtor, and our house will be listed tomorrow. We admit that we're guilty of racial profiling: we wanted a black woman realtor, and that's what we got (or is that affirmative action?). Anyway, she seems like a good fit for our house and has a lot of experience in our area. We've offered her more $$ to sell the house by the end of February, so we'll see how that goes...

Woo had his first fan visit yesterday. After half a dozen calls and several emails B-- drove his semi up our street to shake Woo's hand, and tell him how much he loved ooTunes.

The kids were fascinated by the truck and "the little house" in the back. B-- and his co-driver M-- were very nice, gave us lots of popcorn, and fulfilled several trucker stereotypes.

Herbie now wants to drive a truck when he grows up. Until then he wants to sit on the bed with Ruby and Moses, Dad to sit "where the popcorn sits" and Mom to drive.

I am enormous. My belly is always getting in the way. In the last week, I've had two women from more blunt cultures tell me how large I am. One started out telling me how large my butt was getting, and then ended by saying, "You're lucky you're already married." Hmmmm...

Mostly I just have to laugh, since I can be pretty blunt myself, and would prefer that people talk to me that way. Also, I've been here before with no long term problems.

Moses is having a really hard time sitting on my lap. He'll load up my legs with books, but when he tries to climb on, there isn't any room for him anymore. He tries to sit on top of my belly, but that isn't comfortable for either of us.

Ruby has a talent for imitating the way other kids speak. We're glad that we no longer have R--'s slurred R's and occasional threats of killing and shooting to deal with. But now we have B--'s highly nasal whining. 

It's a step up to be sure, but still pretty annoying. We're hoping that someday she'll either always speak like herself, or make millions doing impressions.

Anyway, that's all for now. Hope everyone's getting ready for Christmas.