::miff::

My brother Murphy (who is currently serving a church mission), emailed me a couple of weeks ago and told me he'd sent us a package.
So I was pretty excited to see something looking like this show up in the mail:

It just looked so exotic and exciting! And there were all sorts of crazy stickers on it that I didn't understand.

What does 32,00 mean anyway? And I love all the foreign handwriting.
We were very excited to open it up and see what he had sent!

He sent Max an awesome bracelet. Max was very proud to wear it to church today, and excited to tell everybody about his missionary uncle.

Max also got this really cool little coin purse that I think I may adopt for myself. It's just too cool.


He sent Kris a cool stripey tie, which Kris wore to church today.

I didn't get a very good picture. Kris likes to make faces at me. But I still think he's cute.

I tried anyway.

I got this really neat necklace. I really like it. I think it's my birthday present.

I also wore my gift to church today and enjoyed it!

What a great brother to send us exciting exotic gifts.
Oh, and as for the title of this post, we like to call Murphy Miff or Miffy. For no reason other than that Kris accidentally called him that once and it stuck, at our house at least.
Love you Miff!

::zoo::

We went to the zoo today. My friend Melissa has a season pass, and Max and I can get in on her ticket somehow. So we like to go there sometimes, it's a good chance for Max to run around and for us to hang out a bit.
It was cold today though. Freezing.

Max seems to turn into the worst version of himself though at the zoo. He's terrible. He can't seem to obey or do anything right. Luckily since we didn't have to pay $20 to get in we can always leave whenever we need to.
Check out the elephants' water.   Brrr.

It was no wonder they were waiting for us in the barn.

Along with the cutest baby giraffe you'll ever see.

Baby giraffe's mommy thinks he's pretty cute too.

Max was totally fixated on the the baby giraffe. He just stood there repeating "Baby giraffe" in this weird lispy voice.
It was cool though because there was nobody else in the barn. The whole zoo was so empty, which makes sense considering it's freezing. But it was fun to be one on one with all the animals there in the barn.



Until I felt like I needed to start sneezing, since I'm sure I'm allergic to giraffe and elephants. So we moved on.

Gorgeous snow leopards, huh? They must feel right at home now with all the crazy snow.

My favorite animal in the whole zoo though is the adorable little red panda.





Isn't he the snugglyest looking little guy you've ever seen? I'd definitely take one of those guys home for a pet if I could.

And after that we went home because we were freezing and because Max couldn't be even semi good any more. I think I'll try to go find a red panda stuffed animal to snuggle with.

::flight 815::

In celebration of the new season of Lost FINALLY starting tonight, in just a few minutes to be exact, I bring you our own family Oceanic flight 815.

Max got this awesome playmobil jetliner from his Grandma for Christmas. He'd been dreaming of it for a long time. Anytime we went into the toy store near our house he'd spot it, and dream. When he opened the package on Christmas he yelled, "MY Plane!" So obviously he'd already been the owner in his mind for quite a while.
But.
The plane is always wrecked.

It just can't stay together. I went in his room randomly to take these pictures, and there was the plane, lying on the ground, engines and landing gear strewn all over.



Sometimes Kris and I will be doing something else and then we will hear this horrendous crash, and it'll be the plane hitting the floor, splitting into a thousand pieces. It makes us think of the plane crash from Lost every time.
Not that he does it on purpose. He loves this plane. He carries it around like it was a stuffed animal or something.

(yes he is dressed as a giraffe today--don't ask me why)
The plane is just accident prone. It's those long wings, and the wheels that stick out from the bottom. It's the opening and closing doors.

This particular accident seemed especially rough--somehow involving a train engine as well as a plane. Yikes.
I asked him to rescue his plane, and he went and got it from his room. Somehow along the way the wings fell off and he had to reassemble.

The good news is that he's getting really good at putting the wings and the wheels back on by himself.

The bad news is that he's never going to figure out how to put the little cockpit door back on, and he's constantly popping that thing off. I replace that door like 50 times a day.

The other bad news is that the plane somehow seems to attract and gather dog hair. I have to vacuum it off. That's another story.

So enjoy Lost tonight. And think of poor Oceanic flight 815 lying on the floor of our house.

But at least it gets to have awesome sound effects while it flies. What plane could ask for more?


**I forgot to say, the plane evidently only flies to California--to Disneyland. I think it once made a trip to Florida for Disneyworld, but only once. So don't get any funny ideas about cushy international flights on our private jet!

::tagged::

My friend Amanda tagged me. And it's a photo tag, which are naturally my favorites!
For this one you're supposed to open your sixth folder of pictures, and post the sixth picture and tell the story behind it. Since I have WAY too may folders and pictures, I just kept choosing the sixth one until I finally reached a picture. And it's a good one.

It's cute little Max in 2005 eating an ice cream cone that Kris had brought home for him. He was making such a mess than we stripped him down to his diaper and had him eat it outside on the deck. He was having the time of his life.

This was back when we actually had a backyard and an awesome deck--two houses ago. And even though the yard was so slanted that it was impossible to walk down without staggering, we miss it. I think Sul and Max miss it the most though.

This is the same Max that when I was just hugging and kissing him a minute ago said, "Take it easy, take it easy!"
What a goofball. He was cute then and he's cute now, what else can I say?

Oh, and consider yourself tagged if you'd like to do this one. If you do it let me know!

::chess::

It's pretty hilarious to watch a four (almost five) year old try his hardest to learn to play chess.

Especially on a kind of weird chessboard we got from Mexico. We really like it but you can't tell what any of the pieces are supposed to be.

There's a chess board at the library that Max has seen a few times and was very interested in. So he roped Kris into teaching him how to play. So far so good. I think he's got the pawn's moves figured out. It might be the perfect thing to keep a guy like Max busy and occupied. Now if only I could remember how to play...

snow cave in the city

It snowed again, which gave me the perfect chance to introduce Max to one of the sweeter things in life: snow caves. What better way to feel like you're on an adventure than to have a snow cave in your front yard. We had to use the front because the back yard has too much Sultan poo.

Max, like me, takes his snow caves very serious.


Ginna--not normally a big fan of snow caves--came out and liked it so much, she had to get in. And she looked cute. And fun.


Sultan also got in on the action




I hope it doesn't melt too soon.

I'm practicing putting together storyboard type things in photoshop, so I put a whole bunch of our snowcave pictures into one for all of our snow caving enjoyment.

::snow day::

This is the second sunday in a row in which our church services have been canceled because of snow fall.

The part of town that our meeting house is in has very narrow roads that don't get plowed well at all. And our largest parking lot (which is still really tiny) is all gravel, which makes it tough to plow or shovel.
Truthfully, none of the city seems to get plowed very well, which makes driving anywhere in a show storm pretty treacherous.

So we're hanging out together. Looking at photos, watching a little Rogers & Hammerstein and staying warm.
Here's a picture of the fire house, as per my dad's request on my last snowy post.

Stay warm everybody!