Steven's Shower

Of course, this is about the baby Steven. My showers are not at all interesting enough for anybody to cater. Sherry hosted a shower for Todd and Crystal at Mom and Dad's house today. She went all out like she usually does and made it a great occasion with plenty of food and fun conversation. (We appreciate all that you do, Sherry! Thank You!) It's been too recent since Steven was born, so Todd attended in Crystal's place.

Rather than try to arrange pictures in the Blogspot editor (how do the rest of you do it?), I'm providing a link this time. So click here to see pictures of the event and a few more of Steven (he also didn't attend because we don't want him becoming sick). Thanks to everybody for your support of Todd and Crystal.

Pictures of Steven Wyatt Christensen

Lia was bummed because she was hoping to see Steven at 2:00 this morning. Instead, he wasn't born until 6:20 this morning, and she had to go to school instead.

Kyle is currently the same age that Lia was when he was born, so this photo represents an interval of "eights".
Judy has been beaming and glowing all day. I couldn't count how many times she has announced that we're now grandparents.
Todd seems to be adjusting well to his new son. He figures that this qualifies him to be on the cover of his favorite magazine. It's a good start.

Todd and Crystal's Baby was born!

This morning at 6 am, Steven Wyatt Christensen (I'll let you know later if that is incorrect) was born. He was 7 lbs. 2 oz. and 18 in tall. Mother and son are both doing fine. We'll post pictures tonight.

The Heinz 57 Entry

In my 8th grade metal shop and drafting class, Heinz 57 was the day that we didn't have new assignments and could work on projects that we were falling behind on. I've been told that I am falling behind on my blog. I thought that once every two months was fairly active. Guess I was wrong.

Most of the news I have now is anything but; however, I do have some pictures of the olds.

Jim and Jenni visit and we take the kids sledding:

Grandma Wheat and gingerbread houses

Grandma Wheat came down from Tacoma to visit us for Thanksgiving. It's always a treat for us when she can come down. The highlight for Judy is celebrating Black Friday with Sharon at all the big events. They've found some great deals over the years and bonded over snatching the last electronic gizmo from a slow mother-of-five shopper with sharp elbows (how's that for a tenderizing moment, Nick?) (Okay, I just made up that last part.) The highlight for the kids is decorating gingerbread houses.

This year, Judy decided that we'd save some money by making our own gingerbread instead of wimping out with those pre-made kits. This also let the kids let loose with their imagination. Taken as a whole, they turned out pretty good, if you don't try to psychoanalyze what it all might mean. And you need to realize that these were done mostly without input from Ethan.

This first house was designed by Grandma Wheat, Judy, and Kyle. It is your basic frame house with frosted-Sixlet tiles, gabled roof, Nerd-strewn path. In the front yard is a grill for barbecuing meat or smoking turkey. It all went fairly traditionally, until Kyle discovered the red frosting. Then a pine tree met an untimely death in the side yard. That is the traditional house.

Lia and Berrett's house was captured during a series of disturbing events. When they found that the Nicco Wafer didn't go as far as anticipated, they decided to simply burn the structure with cinnamon candies. Ethan decided that the roof was then a good place for the scorched gingerbread men.

Down below in the front yard, another mishap was occurring. The lumberjack didn't clear the area before chopping down the tree, and, oh, the horror!
And I think I'll leave it to Lia to explain what is happening behind the house during all this mayhem.

We may need to have a little talk.

Dad's been askin', so here are my calendar pictures:

Here's another picture from Brian. Shannon is the baby and the boy holding her is Lois' brother Kay. I assume this was taken somewhere in Menan. Maybe Mom can fill in some of the details.