Merry Christmas....

...and a Happy New Year!! We love you all!

Yes...this is our sad excuse for a Christmas Card this year. I kept meaning to send one...but here we are two days from Christmas...and no card. We love you all the same, and we hope that your holidays are wonderful!

Love,
Bill, Whit and Nina

Happy Halloween...and Holidays!

Well I know that once again it has been a while...and hey, at this rate you will hear about our Christmas about next June. I am looking forward to it...aren't you?! We really did have a great Halloween and thanksgiving. Here are a few late pictures!Whit and the Fam at the New Moon midnight showing. Don't you love our awesome shirts?

Bill has taken up a new hobby...fly fishing! Did you even know people fished in the snow...I mean besides ice fishermen? Me neither.

Knocking doors for candy.
Showing off a portion of her loot and the sign for candy. (Still one of her favorites!)

Cruisin' the streets!

Our safe little unicorn. We thought it was hilarious driving to grandma's house like this...I don't think Nina found it as humorous as we did.

Nina and our neighbor Eden. Sorry the pictures is sideways...blogger will not let me change it today. But isn't this priceless?

Carving pumpkins
We thought a knife was a little too dangerous...so we let Nina color hers. Very modern. Love it!
Nina and Dad working.

A few days before Halloween Grandma De Groot invited us to go with her preschool kids to the pumpkin patch. Nina loved it! Here she is looking at a chicken and laughing her head off.

I promise that I did not place her here. She saw other kids doing it and could not get enough. Ha!

Giving the Casper totem pole a hug...and I thought he was the friendly one.

Walking with Grandma

Happy Halloween!

The other exciting news for the week is that Nina started Nursery. They let her start a little early...which is so great cause bill and I both have to be teaching. She loved every second of it...and they said the only problem she had was that when they changed classes she ran down the hall into another classroom. How did we create such an independent child you ask? Beats me!