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…The vicious beast! Ok, not that vicious. But I did have to tie her to the tree to take her picture. Whaddya say to that, eh doggy?

Hi! My name is Maggie! Oh no! I’ve got a wood chip in my mouth, how embarrassing!

I’m a 3-month old Boxer mix, and I’m all mixed into the lives of my new family, thanks to Santa. But first things first: puppies need lots of things to chew on. The little tree I’m tied to currently fits the bill. Grrrr!

Hey, my seatbelt is stuffed down in the seat cushions and I can’t get it out! Give me a rope or something! Daddy’s driving?! AAAAUGH! 

Looks like I survived to tell the tale. By the way, happiness is warm laundry fresh from the dryer. Aaaaaah. I’ve made friends with the neighbors, I’m terrified of school buses, and I love to play fetch. If only Cheddar would like me, then my life would be perfect!

Time for another letterbox adventure…with the dog! We came across a box we stamped months ago. Drew & Brinley were just as excited to see their old stamps in the logbook as they were about finding a new box.   

Drew & Brinley educated Maggie on the art of tupperware hunters, and attempted to recruit her into the ranks:

I think she’s reading the fine print!

I dunno Drew, it looks to me like she’s ready to sign the contract!

Signed, sealed, delivered, she’s all yours Drew!

Meanwhile, another member of our troop was downwind from the conversation…

Whassammattayou? It’s not a heat wave Ellie; just a doggie fart! P.U.!

Not sure what to make of this bunch: this shoulda been an outtake, but all 3 girls are wearing homemade duds, and they are proud of it! And that makes me giddy inside.

My letterbox! Mine! All mine! I’m a Letter-Boxer! Ha!

So…how does one open a letterbox…assuming one has no opposable thumbs?

We tried several times to get a nice picture of the new crew, but Maggie was set on showing Rowan how to touch your nose with your tongue.

Got it! (Daddy was being especially silly)

And just like that…Bang! Drew’s ear must taste good!

I knew there’d be vicious beasts somewhere in this post. Yeeehaw! 

…Mr. Grinch…

…You really are a…beautiful girl! Hi Binnie. Whatcha doin’? Waiting in line to see a celebrity? Who is it? It better not be that chump Justin Bieber! His name’s Nick Claus? Sounds OK to me!

Ah, that awkward moment where you’ve already told Santa what you want. Now just smile and try not to say anything naughty!!!

Its ok Rowan, you can come out of your angelic daze anytime now…did I mention that you’re sitting on a bear?

Look, it’s a moose on a moose! Sorry Ellie, you earned that nickname the day you were born weighing 1.5lbs more than any of your siblings. You are the cutest cannonball ever!

Brinley is a professional Reindeer Rodeo rider. She held on for the whole 5 minute ride!

Keep holding on to that left antler Drew! Hey, just like NASCAR! He’s making another left turn…

So, are you kids still being nice even though you’ve already talked to Santa? Looking good!

Sharing is caring Roastie! Thanks for letting Drew have a sip of your refillable Costco drink. Another nice point for you!

Nice points are earned easily when you make faces like this:

This face I’m not so sure about. Are you suffering from VGSA Drew? (Video Game Separation Anxiety…HA!)

All aboard Santa’s sleigh! At least that’s what Eleanor thinks is going on…

Let’s check Santa’s cargo…Pineapple, crackers, milk, broccoli, raisin bran…yup, Santa’s on a short crash diet before dia de los too much cookies and milk all-nighter begins.

Remember that guy we met? He looks just like this:

Dun dun dunnnnn…Uh oh, has somebody run out of nice juice?

Nice Santa head Brinley. Mrs. Claus would be proud.

It appears as though Santa has gone down through one too many chimneys…do they have chiropractor elves at the North Pole?

Here’s Ellie, refilling her nice tank. Good work!

Oh blessed day!

We’ve skipped over Santa’s gift. We’ll blog about that soon. Check out Rowan’s face as she realizes that this princess dress has been made just for her!

Drew was feeling as though his heart might burst with excitement, so Dr. Rowan gave him a check-up.

Custom-made Rapunzel dress & hair just for you Binnie…what say ye to Grandma F? THANK YOU!!!

So what was Drew so excited about? Well, anything that involves helmets and danger gets a boys blood pumping!

You are a beautiful bride Brinley! Daddy is now suffering high blood pressure at the very thought!

Tinker-Ellie rubbin’ her candy-filled bellie.

Pssst…Hey you! Got any pixie dust? Oh yeah!

“Honest, Officer Drew, that pixie dust isn’t mine!”

Drew got Brinley a nice book as a wedding…er…I mean Christmas gift.

I dunno Drew, do you think Brinley likes it? Maybe you should have gone with the tattoo parlor gift certificate…

Grandma J hooked the kids up with a giant box of Wii stuff. Yoga mat, boxing gloves, dance pad, y’know…typical video game equipment?

There’s a Wii Fit+ in there somewhere…Meanwhile Rowan is trying to figure out where to plug in HD cables on our old school TV…good luck! 

Alright kids, glad you enjoyed your presents. Now pack’em up, you’re singing in church in a ½ hour!

AKA the super halloween/all things pumpkin post. Just clearing the archives…and my conscience.

Some days you’re the shoe. Some days you’re the rotten pumpkin. And some days you’re the ugly socks that only get worn once a year!

At least he could show them off! The day we chose to go pumpkin picking was a warm, sunny, and beautiful. Is that pumpkin big enough Rowan? When you don’t have to pay per pound, you go BIG or go home!

Hey Ellie, did you get a tasty treat as a reward for playing along? Not a bad deal, eh? I really should have cleaned her face, but this is real life people!

Ryan made an attempt to convince the kids that pumpkins contain anti-gravity powers. The pumpkin made him jump that high…

Looks like Daddy might be right. Or that pumpkin is doomed…

This is Drew’s best impression of a flying chicken. Not bad! 

You’ve got to be careful getting in to the Halloween spirit; too much and it can go to your head…

…Or to your butt. Can you say badonkadonk Ellie?

There goes another squash-head. This was all just a plot to show off your 3.5 year old abs!

Ah the family picture, minus Cheddar. Ha! Thanks to Mr. & Mrs. Orange Gourd that balanced the camera so we could take a timer shot!

We’ve found the pumpkins we want to carve, so now what? Time for silly human tricks! Ellie seems to like it:

C’mon you weakling! Ellie doesn’t seem to be as confident about this idea anymore…

Now that’s more like it! Look at those bulging biceps!

Oooh nice form! I think she’s holding those pumpkins up with her nose!

Those pumpkins don’t look so confident in your strength either Rowan…As a matter of fact, they look a little green! Cheeeeeeeese.

Girls are made of sugar & spice & everything…hey what the?! Put him in your pocket Binnie we gotta take him home and put him in the garden! Do you think the pumpkin patch will miss him?

If pumpkins do have anti-gravity power, Ellie doesn’t want to end up in outer space.

Brinley dear, it’s a maze…the hay bales are the walls of the maze…you’re supposed to…have fun!

You cowpokes look pretty sharp, but I don’t think you’ve got your heads in the right holes!

HAHAHA! Drew’s going to kill me for this, but I had kids purely for entertainment purposes…

This little truck driver wasn’t fooled by the tricks her parents were playing…

She made sure to check what kind of humiliating outfit she was been photographed in. Guess what you guys? We’re gonna put this on the internet for all the world to see! Nooooooooooooooo!!!

License, registration, and proof of insurance please. Why? Because you look under-age, and those are illegal pumpkins you are trying to smuggle off this farm!

You can run, but you can’t hide!

Dispatch copy…I’m in hot pursuit of a blonde female, age 3, wearing Dora boots and her fly is down, over?

Roger that. Keep an eye out for the striped-leg candy bandit!

Don’t forget the mastermind of the operation…yeah the blonde with the horns! That’s her! Quick, yell “Ice Cream!” really loud!

That’s all it takes to reel ‘em in. Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh.

Excellent work rookie! You have been well-trained to ignore the stringy, sticky gooey-ness in pursuit of fun. 

Speaking of things that stick…

She doesn’t even know I took that picture. It may have to stay that way for a while!

Hey, BuckerDrew…you all done diggin’ the brains out?

I knew I’d find one kid who wasn’t into it. That’s ok, I think Daddy likes this part of the job anyway…

Looks like we have some repairs to do…there are cracks popping up everywhere!

I think Ellie knows I took that pic…look how she’s threatening me with that spoon!

Finally, the hour has arrived! Who are you supposed to be, the Cavity Fairy?

Hmm, I may have gone too far with that tease. Hand on hip…clenched teeth…tread lightly my friend!

Wow, this fairy is quite beautiful…So do I get a wish or somethin?

So flying is the common theme right? Hey Captain Drew, are you old enough to fly this airplane?

That’s a nice candy box…I mean flight bag. Be sure to fill it to the tippy top! Mommy loves you!

Oooh, now he’s got swagger! I like this pilot a lot!

And just when I thought I had it figured out, an octopus landed on the sidewalk:

She was a cute little thing, even with the tentacles. What’s that? Watch out behind me?

Aaaahh! Jellyfish! I dunno, she looks pretty cute…does she really sting?

No, but she does point out that the goods are now being distributed! Attagirl-fish…jelly! Huh?

Alright! These fantastic, flying, fishy four are sure to impress. Now go get (me) some candy!