I got a Golden Ticket (I mean egg!)

Last year, Mollee and I watched as cheaters ran out onto the field to snatch the revered "golden" eggs. We didn't know the importance of the golden eggs until we saw kids walking around with huge easter baskets after turning in their golden egg at a work truck nearby.

This year, we were not going to leave empty handed. We positioned ourselves right in front of the golden egg. My dad works for Murray City so I totally thought that he might give us an edge on obtaining a golden egg, but alas, my dad likes to play fair, so I knew that Mollee and I were on our own to capture the prized possession.

I whispered to Mollee our plan of attack. She tried to tell me the she wanted to pick up a green egg on the way, but I told her there wouldn't be time to grab the green egg first, but that we could grab green eggs after the golden egg. She then overheard the little twins next to her talking about grabbing the golden egg. She started to panick. I told her not to worry.

When the fire engine's horn sounded I swooped her up and ran her over to the golden egg. I tried to coax her into picking it up, but she was too stunned from my lightening speed so I had to break a "little" rule and pick it up for her. VICTORY!!

I told my dad who was hiding his head in shame afterward that the competition was really easy and he informed me that it's not that difficult for me to beat a bunch of 4 year olds. Hey, who wouldn't have come through for their kid?? After all, we only have one more year to attempt to grab the golden egg before I have to compete with the 5-8 year olds . . . I'm not quite as sure that my egg-grabbing skill level is good enough to beat them!!

SHH, Be Still

It's morning time on Christmas Eve. Shhh, I finally have time to blog about the Christmas season. Mollee is actually awake, but she is refusing to get out of bed, and hey, I'm not going to push her!

Normally, we have a tradition of going out to Vernal to the Uintah Mountains to cut the most odd-looking Christmas tree from the tallest peak and haul it back to our house. I have been doing this since I was a wee child and my innocent little brothers would throw snowballs at me every time my parents were "searching" for the perfect tree. Ah, brings back memories of long, long car rides, singing perfectly in tune "shut your trap" to each other, and steaming hot chocolate mugs begin whacked upside our heads . . . all to end up in a very silent sobbing night. Who wouldn't want to miss that?

Well, everyone did. My sister refused to go because she's in the "teen I'm too cool for this" phase and both of my bros just absolutely said no. Unfortunately, I didn't want to haul my 7 month pregnant body up and over mountain after mountain, so . . . Jon, Mollee, and I decided to do the next best thing . . . find a tree at Smith's Marketplace.

Jon still pretended to cut down the tree and we warmed up inside the store. Cozy 106.5 was there and Mollee spun the wheel and won a pony movie.

Later this month, Mollee got to go have dinner with Santa at the Zoo Lights. Why is it that other children want items that Santa can afford like gum ball machines, toy dolls, etch-a-sketch while my kid asks Santa for a $200 talking Barbie house and a big toy (she means bike)?

This month has been filled with family, parties, fun, hard work (we're working on moving Mollee to a new room and revamping her room for the baby), and of course, doctor's appointments (3 this month). Time is marching on and it's almost a new year. The Frazier's want to wish you guys (if Aimee is saying it) or y'all (if Jon is saying it) a safe and happy holiday season.