Christmas Break

Andrew's last day of preschool for 2011 was Friday. It made me a bit nostalgic for the time when my life was measured in semesters. There was something comforting about having a clear, predictable delineation of culminations and fresh beginnings. In Andrew's case, the culmination was a class party and early dismissal. Agnes went to the party and got to hang out with Andrew and his friend.

This is the same friend that seems to get notes about poor behavior sent home in conjunction with Andrew's. These two gave Agnes a tour of the classroom, and they did not disappoint. After referring to each item they encountered as pootie, (pootie table, pootie stickers, pootie chart) Agnes began to see a trend in their humor. I can't imagine why these two get in trouble together from time to time.

"Boy Webb"...these are the only two words the poor women we've married have seen on the hospital ankle bracelets of their newborns for the past three generations. And all these males gathered at our house for Christmas this weekend.

Brady and Andrew left a shattered step stool in their wake. I suppose it could have been worse.

Brooks is still on the mend from a tonsillectomy, so he spent much of the day rocking his Nintendo DS.

After food and presents, a melee broke out. Jesse paired off with Brooks, and Brady squared up against Andrew. Luckily no one was seriously injured in the skirmish.

Now there is nothing left to do but clean up, rest, and get ready for more festivities in the week to come.