Celebrating Movember with Movement and Not Silly Mustaches

Well we all know, the boys and the girls are doing it. By "it" of course I mean taking a weekend trip to the Hyatt Palm Desert, home to this lovely waterslide.



Although the end result of Carson's "eagle dive" is typically a belly flop, the execution looks quite majestic for the half second before he hits the water.



The same cannot be said of Summer's "silly jumps", but they definitely do hold up to their name.



While we've never been shy about taking the kids out for dinner, typically they dine on a slightly lower more economical budget than Mastros. However, when the only thing you really want out of a meal is bread, a steakhouse is a pretty good option.



Blue ridge meets blue steel. Ok, technically it is the San Jacinto mountains in the background, but they are equally immovable as this look is from Summer's face when you point a camera in her direction these days.



Was the adjustment back from the desert temperatures too tough on Carson & Summer? Not exatly. In actuality they were just modeling their ski clothes for our upcoming New Year's trip to Big Bear.



We broke ground on our revamped backyard. After tearing out the old cement patio, Tipper the Cement Mixer paid a visit to lay down a new pad.



Although it seemed interminable at times, We were fully engaged in the soccer season by the time our last game came around.



A little m&m bribery during game 7 really picked up Carson's level of commitment. By the time game 10 came up there was some serious effort put forth (and we had even already eaten most of the m&ms from Halloween).



While it was really just for participation, it could easily have been for most improved effort.



Thanks to good timing and everyone in the office taking the day before Thanksgiving off Carson and I got to take in the Clip Show from up close.



I will never understand the fascination of taking pictures of people sitting around a table while dining, yet here I am using them to populate the blog. Photography is definitely the wrong medium to convey how tasty Laura's Thanksgiving dinner was.



With the Morris' out from Florida, Christmas came early and buried the kids in a snow drift of presents.



What's up doc.



If you look into the light you can see pictures like this, that take you all the way back to the 60s.



Carson dutifully helped me check all ten thousand imported italian twinkle lights, although there were still a number of sections that failed to light. We'll definitely be hitting the after Christmas sales to more fully achieve our exterior illumination vision in 2014.