His name is Nicki. Levi tried to name him something else, but i forgot. So, obviously it’s Nicki that sticks. Little Nic Nic, our precious snack jar. Surrounded by a glass sweater, topped with Santa, with a belly full of snack mix. How festive. In the spirit of giving? This fella comes with a matching cake stand, salt and pepper shakers, and much more. All wrapped in their glorious glass sweaters. A Christmas miracle, if you ask me. 
Speaking of Christmas miracles, its been a coons age since I last blogged. In case you didn’t know…
1. Coons Age
Hick Billy slang used to describe a long period of time; roughly 8 and a half years. (the estimated life of a racoon.)
“Well tarnation! I haven't seen Jethro in a coons age.”
Ok ok, so not 8 years, but it was heading that way.
I see Lil’ Nicki smiling at me from the corner of my eye, so forgive me if I’m distracted. He’s just so dang cheery. FOCUS!
Christmas is coming, and it deserves a post of its own. So for now, today, you get our adventures of the past.
We welcomed Halloween with a warm helping of snow. Levi was tickled pink to help these girls build their first snow man of the year. Such characters, these three.
Emery, our fancy pants, wore one of her dress’s pulled straight from the rack of catholic charities. They win first prize when it comes to dress ups. Milo, our little bug, looked perfectly plump like the lady she is. Love em’ both.
Don’t you absolutely love this picture of the 3 girls and their grandpa? I love it as much as my mother’s creepy Halloween decor, and milo finally walking.
Our children are special specimens, lovely to the core. However, their ability to pull faces is painfully shocking. I love their natural smile. It’s beautiful. Want to know what isn’t beautiful? When they say “cheese!” or pose in any form for the camera. I see this face way to often for it to be normal.
