Blake is turning out to be a very active fetus. Becky's doctor wasn't able to get an accurate heartbeat because he wouldn't stop moving around. At the beginning of the month, I was barely able to feel him but by the end of the month his kicks and punches started becoming very pronounced. Kyla once told Becky that "after Fetie comes out he needs to say sorry for kicking you."

Another of Kyla's memorable quotes: after cousin Brianna got in trouble for spilling pop on the floor, Kyla said, "don't worry Brianna, I spill everything."
Like Blake, the rest of us have also been very active, mostly because of the holidays. The Neels came with us to chop down our tree, and Kyla got a kick out of decorating it. This was the first year where she got excited for Santa Claus to bring her goodies, so she had a list of requests for him when she sat on his lap and was sure to leave him some milk and cookies in case she was borderline on the naughty/nice judgment.

When the big day(s) actually arrived, we again ran the gauntlet doing Christmas Eve at the Chambers', Christmas brunch at our house with the Saulsberrys, Christmas evening with the Pritchards, then to Ellensburg for Christmas with the Houstons, and finally Christmas/New Year's Day with the Hovenkotters. She was very thoughtful saying "Thank you that's so cute," when given a gift, sometimes even before she opened it. She made out very well and we are now working to find room for her latest plunder. Some notable gifts include a new baby doll (a boy of course), sled, digital camera, doll house, and lip balm (don't ask me why, but she loves that stuff).
The holiday season also includes Becky's birthday. Kyla and I kept ourselves busy most of the day so she could relax after all of her hard work getting ready for Christmas. She may be only a year away from turning 30, but those youthful good looks ensure that she still gets carded whenever she buys alcohol.
Now it is time to look forward to 2007, which will be a big year for our growing family. Right now we're thought of as a "little family," but by this time next year we'll be more of what people think of as the stereotypical American family; two parents, two children (a boy and a girl), a pet, and a house in the suburbs. Pass me the apple pie.
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