Double Digits

Last week, Mr. Man turned 10. 10! I think he will make a very good 10 year old.

He already has the video thing down. Including a must-needed-gotta-try-the-brand-new-game-before-bed session.

He celebrated turning 10 by playing lacrosse - his new found love. Who knew? This quiet, gentle boy loves lacrosse. His grandparents, aunt and cousin came out to cheer him on. It must have worked - his team tied the game - the first non-loss of the season. Go #12!

Fast forward a few days and one long list later to the ninja invasion.

Seriously. I wasn't joking. Ninjas. Five of them. Ready for some serious ninja training.

Foam swords=hours of fun. Hours.

In the land of ninjas, innocent balloons turn into water snakes.

That need to be taken out with ninja stars.

 And when the snakes are all gone. There is always another threat that comes along.

And when swords just won't do -  more weapons.

Tired ninjas taking a rest. On the roof of course.

Cake to eat.

Sushi to go.

Twelve!

Little Miss turned 12 on Valentines' Day. So hard to believe. She is growing up fast, but still ever so silly. Thank goodness!

Christmas 2012

We started by counting down the days. One day at a time.

Teeny-tiny boxes lined the window sill, marking off the days one at a time. For me the days rushed by, but I know the days moved slower for kidlywinks as they opened one box at a time, waiting and waiting.

The days rushed by until late one evening, past bedtime in fact, the tree went up. Chosen from the tree lot and lugged home in the van. Transformed with lights and ornaments new and old.

And always a reminder. A reminder of why we count the days - the anticipation of hope and peace wrapped up in a little baby. 

And come Christmas morning did at last. Christmas pyjamas opened on Christmas Eve and worn on Christmas morn. Pausing, much to Mr. Man's chagrin to take a photo by the tree.  

Gifts carefully chosen and wrapped were given to those we love. Unwrapped...

 ...and some enjoyed right away.

Two family Christmas dinners enjoyed by candlelight. 

The last of the sparkly decorations are now all packed away.