Western Day

It's been much too long since the last post. We have moved on from Christmas trees, to gardening. You'll be happy to know that Matthew has recovered from his Flat Stanly incident with the tree quite well. (non-teachers...Flat Stanly is a little boy who is flatten by a falling bookcase, and is then able to fit in an envelope and mail himself all across the country.) However, the great Christmas Tree event will never be forgotten, thanks to Ellie...it has become her favorite story to tell, even months later. What are big sisters for!

After having been in TX for eight years now, I think I must finally admit to myself that my children are Texans. They say "y'all", have each already owned several pairs of cowboy boots, and don't even realize that not all bathing suits come in the form of sun-repelling long sleeve shirts. I now have some great pictures to document their Texas roots. The Child Study Center recently held their very first Western Day. The idea began as a day to let everyone wear their best boots and western garb to school, but you know TX...go big or go home!