Got no pics.  Just had an urge to BLOG!  I am reading the Twilight Series.  Again.  I'm on the fourth book and it is killing me to put it down and be a part of the festivities.  Devri is reading it too, but I'm further in the book than she is, and I am dying to gab about it with her.  Harumph!

Update.  I have been deemed the second worst blogger in the world.  Yep.  It happened.  At the Frandsen family table.  Apparently Mom wins the blue ribbon.  What?  You have to KEEP WRITING on these things to make people happy?

New topic.  It is so great to be with both of our families right now.  We have had some really neat times these past few days. 

1.  On Christmas Day after opening presents, Sam whispered, "Thanks, Santa" in Dan's ear. When Dan asked, "What?  Where's Santa?"  Sam hugged him around the neck and tapped him on the shoulder.  

2.  We survived "The Drifting Snow Storm from H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks" on our way to Utah.  We vowed that next time we make a 7-hour road trip, we'll go somewhere that actually IS seven hours away.  Seriously.  It is very strenuous to be so agitated.  We were freaking out in the car, no visibility, crawling along not knowing if we were on the road, and yelling at the kids any time they tried to get our attention.  Tense times.  Survival is such a relief! 

3.  We have had a blast with Frandsen sibs and grandkids.  All the new babies are so fun to hold, and smell, and watch, and coo at.  It's so fun to watch my brothers with my kids.  Sam's new favorite word is PIPSQUEAK.  Dan's parents have been so sweet too.  Jeanne looks so good!  She may be on to a new way to control her pain.

4.  Tonight, Dan's sister Leisa sent gifts over for the kids.  Sam got a really cool Crash Car, and the girls each got two mini Webkins plush animals.  Amelia was having a crying fit because she couldn't convince Macie to trade the coveted beagle and elephant for her lion and panda.  She asked, pleaded, bargained, cried, carried on, made me mad, and nearly had Grandma calling Leisa to exchange them at the store.  Crocodile tears!  Real ones, not the contrived kind.  Out of nowhere, Macie just turned around and said, "Here Millia."  The trade was made, and both were happy.  Everyone in the room had a soft little heart for Macie.  We knew she didn't really want to trade.  What a sweetie.

5.  Later we sat in the Hamilton's living room and watched the kids dance around, showing us their best moves.  It has been determined that Macie has a "natural grace" and I should get her into some dance lessons.  Sam's Kick-back Dance is nothing to scoff at, either.

Long entry, eh?  This one feels more like a journal entry than something that other people would be interested in reading, but I'm in a mode so I'm going with it.  Deal. ;)

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