This is just about the closest Quinn gets to putting a diaper on Asa! I am just kidding..kind of. He actually doesn't get much of a chance to since he is now working and going to school. Luckily though he has his last final tomorrow...until January of course. He has done so well, even though he will say how much he doesn't like school. I am beyond grateful that he is going.

By the way, I don't mind changing diapers.  Just had to clear that up, I was in no way complaining!!

This is our cheesy family picture for the year! Enjoy! Because you probably wont be getting one in the mail. I'm so Sorry..

We got our cute Christmas tree on Monday for a STEAL. No seriously, Quinn had to steal it......

Just kidding. But it WAS a steal. That's the benefit of waiting to the last minute.

OK now I am going to share something we got on our Sacrament program on Sunday that I just Love. READ IT!! Its by Jeffery R. Holland "Christmas Doesn't Come from a Store"

...But I am certain Joseph did not mutter and Mary did not wail.They knew a great deal and did the best they could. Perhaps these parents knew even then that in the beginning of his mortal life as well as in the end, this baby son born to them would have to descend beneath every human pain and in disappointment. He would do so to help those who also felt they had been born without advantage.

It is here that I stumble, here that  I Grasp for the feelings a mother has when she knows she has conceived a living soul,feels life begin and grow within her womb, and carries a child to delivery. At such times fathers stand aside and watch, but mothers feel and never forget. Again I've thought of Luke's careful phrasing about that holy night in Bethlehem:

The days were accomplished that she should be delivered. "And she brought forth her first born son, and she wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and she laid him in a manger"

Those brief pronouns trumpet in our ears that, second only to the child himself, Mary is the chiefest figure, the regal queen, mother of all mothers-holding center stage in this grandest of all dramatic moments. And those same pronouns also trumpet that, save for her beloved husband, she was very much alone. I have wondered if this young women, something of a child herself, here bearing her first baby, might have wished her mother, or an aunt, or her sister, or a friend to be near her though the labor. Surely the birth of such a son as this should command the aid and attention of every midwife in Judea! We all might wish that someone could have held her hand, cooled her brow, and when the ordeal was over, given her rest in crisp, cool linen.But it was not so. With only Josephs inexperienced assistance, she herself brought forth her first born son, wrapped  him in the little clothes she had knowingly brought on her journey, and perhaps laid him on a pillow of hay.

Then on both sides of the veil a heavenly host broke into song,"Glory to God in the highest"they sang, "and on earth peace, good will toward men"But except for heavenly witnesses, these three were alone: Joseph, Mary,and the boy to be named Jesus.

At this focal point of all human history, a point illuminated by a new star in the heavens revealed for just such a purpose, probably no other mortal watched-none but a poor young carpenter, a beautiful virgin mother, and silent stabled animals who had not the power to utter the sacredness they had seen.

Shepherds would soon arrive and, later, wise men would follow from the East. But first and forever there was just a little family, without toys or trees or tinsel. With a baby- that's how Christmas began.

Don't ya just love that? 

I sure do.

We love you all.