St. Maarten

Here is a picture from where we have been for the last 10 days or so. We traveled to St. Maarten with my parents and sister and had an absolute blast playing in the sun and on the water, playing cards, and eating lots of delicious food. It was fun to have family time that was (relatively) relaxed and leisurely since we didn't have events to plan for or things to do. Kudos and many thanks to Mom and Dad for a fun trip!

I plan to put up a lot more pictures in the next few weeks, though unfortunately my Cute New Haircut turned into CRAZYHAIR for the whole week and as such, most pictures will be of Thomas or various creatures.

I will also be posting about Christmas and the fun we are having decorating our house for the first time. And I have my last round of papers to grade coming up shortly, so I am sure to have some gems to share.

A Quick Story

Last night I am lying in bed reading and winding down at the end of the day. Thomas was in our "den"/hangout room (we don't really have a good name for it yet) finishing up some work stuff. I'm turning pages, feeling nice and relaxed, when all of a sudden two things dawn on me: 1. I can no longer hear Thomas in the other room and 2. The floor between our room and the hallway is creaking ominously. Taking both of these things into account, I offer up a "Thomas?" in a voice loud enough to be heard in the other room since I am assuming he is still in there. In response I get a meek and mild response of "Yes?" I peer up and over the edge of the bed and lo and behold, there is Thomas, on all fours in the doorway to our room, peering up at me with a grin circa little boyhood. It was an absolutely priceless look and I cracked up immediately. The whole idea of "Look it's me! I'm so cute and lovable!" He then explains that his plan was to crawl to the bed and then leap onto it in order to get the "maximum scare effect." Since I "ruined his plan" by somehow presciently catching on to what was going on, his next house "project" is to rip up the carpet and keep the floorboards from squeaking. While I doubt this will happen, you can be sure that he will figure out a way to be stealthier next time. I am practicing steeling my nerves already.
So, kids--who needs 'em? Not me!