Words of Wisdom: Boston Style

Boston's vocabulary is growing everyday. We now have to watch what we say because he's turning into a little parrot. Not that Cara and I turn into sailors after 5:00 or anything. Cara's favorite is when he says, "Holy Moses!" I'm still a big fan of "moose," though. The hardest one to figure out is "bobby," which to Boston means potty, party, money, and bucket. At night before bath time he likes to sit on the "bobby." When the collection plate comes around at church he likes to put "bobby" into the "bobby." I guess it's like "aloha." It means hello, goodbye, and whatever else you feel like on any given day.

We hope all is well. If you're the one who sent the plague to our house last week, thanks for giving us the opportunity to get a jump start on our Spring cleaning by disinfecting everything in our house. If we gave you the plague, either directly or indirectly, we're sorry. Get well soon, Meade Blvd.

Christmas is Over

The more time I have, the less I blog? I'm not sure why it happens, but it does. I now have a few hours left of my Christmas break, and here we are. Cara, Boston, and I had a great Christmas break. We got to hang out with friends (both in town and out of town); we got to hang out with family (both in town and out of town); and we also got to play and nap (mostly in town). The best part for all of us was probably hanging around. Munch when we want; nap when we want. Here's a recap:

Christmas with the Pulvers


Dancing to Battle Hymn...again!


Laughing at Carson


Hanging with Weidemans




Lookin' sharp to hear mommy sing at church on Christmas Eve.


Christmas at Home




Boston loved playing Santa.


But sometimes the presents were HEAVY!


Taking walks in the sled.




Playing in the snow.


Munchin' on some salsa.


And then we crash.