A Great Day and a slightly weird ending

On Sunday, Glenn and I (thanks to the amazing generosity of Aunt Vicky and Uncle Matt) headed to Denver to watch the Broncos in the AFC Championship.  It was an amazing day and the best sporting event I've ever attended.  The Broncos led the whole time and while the ending was a little nerve-wracking, the good guys won.  I have a ton of pictures but first, how we started off the day: 

We've got spirit yes we do, we've got spirit how 'bout you?  Bronco Fever was racing through the Pauley house Sunday morning. 

Will found my old Elway jersey and even though he swims in it, it didn't stop him from wearing it the rest of the day. 

He looks like a natural, doesn't he? 

After dropping the kids off with Grandma and Pop-pop (thank you!), Glenn and I headed to the stadium. It was one of the days where everything worked perfectly. We didn't have any traffic to deal with, found a cheap(ish) parking spot and walked to the stadium. We arrived early enough to grab some lunch and watch all of the pregame activities. The weather was perfect - 60 degrees (in January!). I was too nervous to really enjoy much of the game but that's a topic for my sports psychologist to tackle.  

We had orange pom-poms waiting for us at each seat.  The playoffs!  Fancy! 

Balloons at kick-off and the view from our seats.  It's not as bad as it looks, plus there's a giant tv to bring everything a little closer.  AND we remembered the binoculars. 



Team introductions and the smoking Bronco. 

Glenn was Super Fan on Sunday. Usually he has a more stoic approach to sporting events. A couple of well-placed "whoo hoo's" and short bursts of applause are all the emotion he needs to show.  But on Sunday, he was loud and jumping up and down, shaking his fanny to the music and making up for the fact that I barely muttered a peep. 

Super Bronco Fan

Game over!  Players running onto the field.  I may have cried a little bit.  It was also amazing that when the clock reached 0:00, no one left the stadium.  I've never seen that happen.

Former UW player Mitch Unrein now a Bronco. 

The final score! 

Confetti cannons and players (in white) high fiving the fans. 

After the game, we picked up the kids and headed back north.  Reina was a little sniffly and complaining of a cold but we didn't think anything of it.  Fast forward a few hours after bedtime (I was still awake watching Sports Center) and I hear a noise that at first I think is the neighbor's dog barking, but it's actually Reina with the croup.  I woke up Glenn, got dressed and took her to our newly remodeled ER.  It's a great facility but not a place that I enjoy visiting at midnight.  Reina got a breathing treatment and they kept an eye on her for a few hours and we stumbled home in the wee hours.  Reina's still a little sniffly today but feeling better.  It wouldn't be a three-day weekend without a little drama. 

Is this the face that launched a thousand ships?

No, actually this is the face belonging to the almost 5-yr old who was "punched" in the arm by someone on the opposing soccer team during Saturday's game.  After the alleged incident, she didn't cry but she marched off of the floor, over to us and gave us a report of the punching.  When I told her that the person probably didn't mean to punch her, he was just going after the soccer ball and just accidentally ran into her, Reina was not satisfied with that answer but she did go back into the game.  But not before she walked over to the other team's coach (who was also on the field, which is not even a field but an indoor gymnasium, indoor soccer is confusing) and told the coach about the punching.  The coach was very kind about it and Reina eventually ended up playing with a tad more enthusiasm.  But after the game she told us that she wants us to talk to the offending player's parents before the next game.  So maybe full contact sports won't be her thing? 

Teeth

Will lost that last pesky top tooth over the holiday break.  At the end, it was hanging in sideways and at a weird (icky) angle.  The tooth popped out during his one day of parks & rec program last week while Glenn and I were both at work.  It's not a violent story, just 6-yr old boys playing board games and somehow someone's tooth pops out. Said tooth was probably hanging on by the tiniest of threads and needed just a strong gust of wind to let go. 

 

Tonight as we were working on homework, I had to get a few pictures of my favorite first grader.  Vampire fangs and all. 

The top teeth are just starting to come in.  I like to watch him try to eat an apple. 

This is what happens when I say, "Smile and show me your teeth!"

 Look at this big kid!  Where's that little toddler who was marching around the house like last week? 

After the tooth finally fell out, we had a near crisis on our hands the next morning.  The Tooth Fairy forgot to make her nightly visit.  I had taken the day off and was trying to catch a few extra minutes of sleep when I heard Will tear down the stairs and yell, "Dad!  The Tooth Fairy forgot me!"  At that moment, the Tooth Fairy might've muttered 'aw crap.'  I got up right away and explained that it had been super windy the night before and the Tooth Fairy has a lot of trouble flying in the wind and that she'd surely be there the next night.  She was and she even left an extra dollar for an interest payment.  Besides the windy conditions, the Tooth Fairy may or may not have also discovered Magnum PI reruns on one of the tv channels and lost track of time.... 

Is it still the holidays?

It is on this blog!  I have a backlog of pictures to get on here before the new year gets any further down the road and a thousand little stories to memorialize.  We've had a nice vacation and while today is the official last day, I think most of us are ready to get back to the routine. 

A few weekends ago, we trekked to the mall to visit Santa (more pictures of that excursion below).  When we got home, Reina was getting out of the car and somehow whacked herself with the car door (she is my child after all).  This goose egg prompted me to call Glenn at work to make sure it wasn't ER-worthy.  It wasn't but she had this pretty mark for quite a while. 

Droopy not-quite-concussion girl.  Ouch!

Before break, we had Will's Christmas program.  He's right smack dab in the middle of this picture.  He was a slightly reluctant participant but he knew the songs and the dance moves. 

Second row from the top, right smack dab in the middle.  Red shirt.

On the last day of school, Will's brave teacher had the kids make gingerbread houses. I took a few hours off to go help.  There was about 100 pounds of frosting and lots and lots of candy and doodads for the house.  She even had teddy grahams in case any of the kids wanted to full their houses with 'people.'  Will's creation wouldn't have met any HOA requirements but it was definitely creative.  And luckily there weren't any teddy graham battles or massacres on the front lawn. 

He's serious about a lot of things, and that includes frosting the gingerbread house.

Will is turning into quite the sports fan and Broncos fever is running rampant through the house.  On Sunday mornings after church, he makes sure all of us are wearing our Broncos gear (even little sisters who aren't convinced that orange matches the tulle skirt she's wearing).  It's a little bittersweet for me because I'm so glad he likes watching the games but frankly I can barely handle my disappointment when they lose and I'm not sure I'm capable of soothing anyone else's disappointed hearts.  Hopefully I won't have to deal with that during the postseason.  Fingers crossed! 

Is this a boy's shirt? 

Super fan!

I even squeezed my noggin into Will's helmet.  It's only weird if it doesn't work! 

As I mentioned, we all bundled up and took everyone to the mall for the annual picture with Santa.  This year had an added level of excitement because Baby Cousin joined us!  This sweet little girl didn't even cry when she sat on Santa's lap. 

Reina loves to kiss Baby Cousin.  Here she is mid-smooch. 

On Christmas Eve, we went to the services at Aunt Vicky and Uncle Matt's church.  The church had a small nativity scene program and Vicky and Matt had the starring roles as Mary and Joseph with Baby Cousin as the Blessed Baby.  The program needed extra supporting characters and Will and Reina initially wanted to be involved.  On the day of, Will's shyness got the better of him and he didn't want to participate.  Reina found out she was going to be a shepherd and she grumbled about that all the way to church. When we arrived, the people in charge said, "Oh, are you one of our angels?!"  The light came on in her face and her disposition greatly changed.  Taaaa daaaaa!!

Angelic Reina

Last week, Glenn and I asked Reina if she wanted to be in the movies when she grows up.  She said yes and I wasn't sure she even understood what that meant.  A few hours later, she told me that she wants her first movie to be Batman because she wants to play Batgirl.  Watch out Hollywood. 

After all of the Christmas festivities, we had some nice days just playing at home.  We watched football and went swimming.  Both kiddos spent some time with Pop-pop and Grandma.  We shopped and (over) ate good food.  We went to a great New Year's Eve party where Glenn won a hand of bingo despite only playing one card and the rest of were juggling two or three.  We watched a lot of movies and tried out Will's new Battleship game.  He beat me fair and square.  We have so much to look forward to in 2014 and I think I'm ready to get it started.  Happy New Year!! 

Merry Christmas!

6:04 a.m.  That's the time that Will woke us up this morning.  We told him last night that the time on the clock had to start with a 6 before he could wake anyone up. He came into our room at 5:45 because he had a headache. I sent him back to bed but that only lasted for 19 more minutes. He and I spent a few minutes watching tv before the rest of the family trickled downstairs. Grandma and Pop-pop spent the night with us and Unce Matt and Aunt Vicky and the star of the show came over bright and early to open presents.  It was a great day, one of those magical Christmas' where everything seemed to go as planned.  The kids were buck wild yesterday and brimming with excitement and a fair helping of cranky/naughty, but today, after the presents were unwrapped we just had a nice day.  Both kids received the present that they were most hoping for and we spent the day assembling said presents, eating yummy food and napping.  What a lovely end to the year. 

This was taken a few weeks ago and looked much different this morning.  Dangit!  I didn't get a picture of the tree with the mountain of presents underneath. Maybe next year?

Meet Cuddles, Reina's most-wanted toy also known as monkey-with-a-diaper.  This thing makes 100 noises and is motion-activated.  Fun for the whole family! 

Will and one of his top toys (he had a big list).  A battery operated nerf gun.  Now that IS fun for the whole family. 

The cutest Santa Baby on the planet.  She brought a different kind of joy to our holiday.  And she fell asleep on my shoulder.  Snuggles! 

These pictures are out of order but I'm too tired (see 6:04 a.m.) to rearrange anything.  This was the beginning of the present-opening. 

Yeeeeehaw!!  Yep, it's dark outside. 

Merry Christmas friends and family!  Here's hoping your Christmas was the equivalent of a 6-yr old boy opening a 1,175 piece lego set.  Yeeeehaw! 

You oughta be in pictures

We are in the middle of Christmas pageant extravaganzas.  Reina's program was last week, the church's program was Sunday and Will's school program was Tuesday.  AND W and R will fill in angel and shepherd duty at Aunt Vicky's church on Christmas Eve.  It's a fun week.  

Last Sunday, we had one excited participant and one not-so excited.  Can you tell which is which?  

To his credit, he perked up for the actual performance and sang *most* of the songs. 

Earlier in the week at Reina's preschool program, the kids had a surprise visitor.  These pictures are out of chronological order but I'm too tired to fix it. 

Shy Will meeting Santa.  He wants a Star Wars Lego and mumble mumble mumble.

If I make eye contact with Santa, does that up my odds of getting what I want? 

During her program, Reina sang her heart out.  

I was trying to get a good picture of her outfit but this is all I came up with. She had a cute charcoal grey skirt, with the white shirt and gold cardigan.  She would've worn it to church on Sunday but I made the mistake of letting her eat breakfast in it.  It was a charcoal grey skirt and gold cardigan with toast and jam. 

December

It's December 8th and I'm woefully behind on my Christmas to-do list, and that includes blogging.  Christmas Card, you are next.  We had a busy week and now it's that whirlwind time of Christmas programs, shopping and baking and whatever else we can squeeze into the month. Here's the last week in pictures. 

 

Saturday, Reina and I did some holiday shopping (for me) while Will hung out with the Hansen grandparents and Glenn hunted.  Reina was an enthusiastic shopping partner even though she wanted me to limit my selections to pink, purple and yellow. Not really my signature color(s), especially for work clothes.  She also enthusiastically liked everything I tried on which was great for my ego, but not so great for the budget. 

 

I'm helping! 

 Saturday night, we braved the local Christmas parade.  It wasn't as chilly as in previous years.  Will had left his jacket at school for the long weekend so he wore one of my fleeces.  It didn't fit as well as it could have. 

Trigger would've loved this float - a giant pheasant made out of twinkly lights.

My little hearty Wyoming parade watchers.  It's not cold! 

 A few days after the parade (luckily) we had a crazy cold front come through and drop our temperatures and drop a bunch of the white stuff for good measure.  As I write this, it's -2.6 which is a little balmy considering we had lows in the negative teens and twenties with the wind chill.  The dogs are stir crazy and we're all a little chilled to the bone but we have a heat wave coming this week - it's actually going to get above freezing.  Yeah! 

This was my workout over the lunch hour on Wednesday.

It was a 2-dog night.  Cold pups love to snuggle! 

We had a great weekend, busy with basketball and shopping and a birthday party and football. In the midst of all of that, Will decided to open up a little shop to sell some toys and make room for new Christmas presents.  The catch was that he'd only sell to people in our house with the understanding that he'd take the toys back when he was done.  So not exactly capitalism, but I appreciated his entrepreneurial spirit, and that cute face.