Shaving for Santa

We had our home study on Tuesday. Andrea from The Gladney Center came and spent all afternoon, asking questions about parenting and family history. My favorite question of all was, what are your wife's strengths and what are her "challenges." I thought that was a pretty creative way to keep me out of trouble!

Between Easton locking himself in his room so he could make his bed up for "the lady" and Catherine telling her that she wanted a "white baby," we passed with flying colors. Seriously, both of those things actually happened. Easton let us in once the room was clean, and Catherine was just a little confused by the question. Andrea was great, and it ended up just being like a conversation with a friend. She said she would have it all written up within the next 30 days, and that may be the last piece of paper we will have to wait on.

On a lighter note, the kids went to see Santa today. Easton came in this morning and said, "Daddy, we are going to see Santa today, so I have to shave." His Lovey got him a toy shaver, and he LOVES to shave with his daddy.

While they waited for Grammy and Auntie Mo to finish shopping, they all made friends with Santa from afar. Sophie was most fond of him, waving and laughing at him. He would wave back and she would laugh.
Unfortunately, she would have preferred that he stayed at a distance, and didn't appreciate being plopped into his lap. Catherine was the caring big sister, as usual, telling Santa what Sophie wanted for Christmas, since she was obviously in no mood to talk. Easton actually spoke this year as well, giving Santa the rundown on his list.

Merry Christmas!