Have I mentioned before that my hubby comes from a family of nine kids? Since they are all married and have children, when they ALL get together there are about... 32 grand kids (with more on the way) under the age of 13 years old.
And even when they don't all get together, there are still plenty of littles to keep everyone on their toes.
For Thanksgiving this year we went over to the in-laws. There were only 20 of the grandkids there, but they all had a blast with each other.
Truly, they really do all get along extremely well!
Unless you steal Claira's ball.
You don't want to do that.
Eh heh... trust me.
Jackson thought a room full of never-ending bouncy balls was the greatest thing on earth.
I do the same thing when I see chocolate in the room.
I also do this when chocolate is involved.
I guess Jackson and I both need to work on our sharing skills.
After a long day of playing hard, some of us went back to Grandma's house.
Tired of my hair being down, I twisted it up and stuck a pencil through it to make it stay.
My adorable little niece seemed to think that was the coolest thing she had ever seen. So she climbed up onto my lap and started handing me pencils.
Not too shabby!
I have so many hidden talents even I am amazed at myself!
Who knew pencils in the hair was so dad-gum awesome!
The next morning there was some of this going on...
and some of this.
You know the boys are desperate for electronics when they play on a pink toddler toy.
But apparently if it makes noise and has a screen, that's good enough.
Once the kids were fed, we dressed them up and booted them out of the house!
Okay not really.
Well, maybe sort of.
It was surprisingly warm so the snow was pretty slushy, but the kids had a blast driving "Bob" around and getting rides.
Because people really do name their stuff.
I should name my pillow or something, just so I can be cool too.
Maybe my hairbrush can be "Wookie".
Bedtime is always crazy, chaotic, and takes a million "go to sleep!"s before it actually happens.
But eventually they succumb.
Saturday afternoon was also spent outside all day.
Even Jackson went for a little outing with dad, though it was too cold for him to stay out very long.
I know you can't tell, but he was practically telling that thing to "giddy-up!" he was so excited.
The older kids had become pretty brave in their sledding escapades and connected three sleds together.
It was awesome.
We got home Saturday evening and went about unloading what seemed to be half our house from the trailer, and getting everyone showered before bed.
Tired of everyone harping on me to give Jackson a haircut and claiming he looks like a girl, I gave him his first haircut that night.
I know he's adorable, but he looks like a big boy now and not my little baby!
I'm not ready for him to be a big boy yet!