I believe we had our busiest year to date in the Wells Household, Missouri Division. In fact the biggest project of the year involved our house itself. We tore it apart in June...



Some more than others.

Jude took it upon himself to catch up on some reading while the rest of us worked.

The boys even tried to invent a new sport that they hope to take to the Beijing Olympics in honor of their sister-to-be.

Since the reconstruction took so long, we had to break for things like birthdays and such.

This is Jack’s.

It was during the dog days of summer.

This is Jude’s.

A big thank you to whoever got this one for Jude. The Backyardigans guitar has become cherished by all with ears.

Things got a little out of hand.

I’m not sure handing a deadly weapon to a six year old is one of the smartest things I ever did.

As you can see, fun with the Hicks clan is a community experience.

Jack learned a new skill set.

It took the entire clan to catch this one fish. Get that away from us Gandpa!

Jude tried to make more room in our car for his new sister by eating himself. Hold on there buddy! She’s not here just yet. That may not be necessary.

The boys and their cousins, Alexander and Gabriella, took in some culture attending fine theater.

The boys eagerly followed the Giants for the first half of the season.

Now, that the Giants’ fate of throwing in the second half of the season seems to be unfolding as usual, Jude finds other comforts. There will always be cake.

And with fall there are always leaves, as well.


The boys made full use of The Monolith (their gigantic playset) this fall.


And the Corgi looks on with her frog legs.


Uncle James was ready for the task at hand.

And we’ve already embarked on creating a genuine environment for our children for the Christmas season. Yes, this is the first picture of myself I've chosen to include.

We’re watching all the holiday classics.

As you can see, there is only room on Lucy’s head for the antlers or those satellites of hers, not both.

I hope this one can stay off Santa’s naughty list.

And if we do end up naming our daughter-to-be Zu Zu, here’s a hint as to why.


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