Fishing at Shantel and Mike French's. And also skating for the first time. If you can call it skating. Regardless, he loved it! A sweet conversation between Emmett and I this week: Me: Something, something, you're in trouble, Emmett (or something along those lines). Emmett: Mom, I thought we were loving. Me: We are, Emmett. Emmett: Then lets hug and kiss. Me: Okay...
Santa's set-up! Poor Wyatt, thinking the tool bench was for him. Good thing he got the mother-load anyway! Emmett and his "very own tool bench." Miles didn't mind his new ride-on toy, either. And, as usual, it's more fun to play with someone else's toy! I must be trying to get Emmett excited about something. And my own Christmas surprise. Tyson had Simon...
Tyson took Emmett to cut down some Christmas trees. I had to stay home to run our ward's primary party. Here is Emmett at our ward's Christmas party, held my our neighbour and favourite babysitter, Jordan. Emmett and Mr. Claus himself! Emmett couldn't stop talking to Santa, even when his turn was over. And, my least favourite part of December, all the treats....
