Merry Christmas Burninghams!!!

and a sweet little Feliz Navidad to our sweet little Christmas present...........

I got a puppy for Christmas. I got a Puppy for Christmas! I GOT A PUPPY FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!! This year for Christmas it was my wonderful privileged to have my name drawn by, Kale. Kale is among the elite when it comes to giving gifts. It is a business which he takes most seriously and gives creative thought to. The result is, you are never expecting what he gives you and are always pleasantly surprised and wondering why you had never thought of this incredible gift yourself. (It's a small circle that Gift Giving Elitist group) He threw out the idea of getting me a dog to my super hero husband who jumped on the sneaky boat and hoisted the sails without me suspecting a thing. They picked out a little guy from Moses Lake. He is a chihuahua mix with the coloring of a German Shepard and the temperament of an old sleepy grandma who likes to take long naps cuddled up to you just as snug as he can get:). Although, he is more hairy than an old woman he is significantly less wrinkled and much more adorable. We have given him the name Pato Pato means Duck in Spanish. In naming him Pato we are honoring his Hispanic background while highlighting one of his cute and weird traits. Our dog prefers quacking to barking. He only speaks a few times a day, but when he does he quacks, like a duck. We love you Pato. Now, Reasons why you should stop shaking your head at that fact that we have a Chihuahua 1. Weighing in at 4 lbs and standing at a height of 9 inches my dog will forever look like a puppy. He unobtrusively can cuddle in my lap and when he walks by the Christmas tree he doesn't knock all the ornaments off. 2. Chihuahuas hardly shed 3. Chihuahuas do not drool 4. Chihuahuas, this one is my favorite, DON'T HAVE ANY DOGGIE ODOR!!!! Matty and are are super excited:) What an Awesome First Christmas we had:) (slash are still having- super excited to go to Idaho tomorrow for round 2!) Thank you Kale:) and Thank you Matty :) I hope everyone has this Merry of a Christmas!

and... in the Christmas Eve padgeant we did of the nativity, Matty was a Sheaprd and Pato, his little sheep.

The Vow

My current situation: half way through watching The Vow. Nika and mother get a craving for brownies. the movie goes on pause. the craving is enlarged to encompass brownies with frosting. Two layers of frosting. a green mint and milk chocolate. I very VERY strangely am not craving brownies. Unstrangely is my lack of interest in the whole baking, frosting making affair. Also unstrangely are the loving thoughts of Matty dancing and skipping about in my head. So while the movie is paused, and while the frosting is stirred and spread, I will share a step or two of thought. One time we were all eating Sunday dinner and I put a bowl in the micowave that isn't actually suppose to go there. "Lets get rid of her!" papa exclaims in what I am most sure was a joking manner. the sweet boy named Matthew that I can't wait to marry says quietly and sincere, "I'll take her" :) On a different day, Matty and I were at a BBQ at a friends house. A darling little boy was running around. He was cute, but it wasn't until I saw his also darling little double running about and realized he was a twin that I wanted him to come plop in my lap. I did manage to catch him and sit him in my lap only to have him scoot right off. Plop. I'd stick him back, and scoot. He'd leave. Plop. I'd stick him back again, and scoot. He would only leave. After my 7th plop and the little tot's 7th leave he ran and there would be no more plopping. That would have been true, except for the fact that I have an adorably odd fiance who saw my lonely lap and plopped himself down into it. :) theres infinty to the infinate power tender little moments, but... I kinda like them being a secret :) and the frosting is finished.

frequent Flier

One year for father's day my loving mother gave my hardworking daddy an airsoft gun. Papa was delighted by the gift and began spending his summer evenings camped out on the porch shooting all the thieving and unwanted birds out of the cherry tree. For days the birds came to peck away at our delisious fruits, and for days papa welcomed their arrival as a chance to play with his toy. Perhaps the birds got sick of eating cherries, or perhaps the birds had found a new cherry tree that didn't have a crazy Hawaiian man standing guard. For whatever the reason there soon came a disappointing and birdless day for papa. Poor Papa, sitting lonely on the porch surrounded by cherries and void of targets. But Papa Stew is a resourceful man. A clever, resourceful man who has 6 children. These six children love to sit in the living room and watch T.V, a lot. He was bored. and we were easy targets. I'm sure you can guess what happened. Now fast forward to this year. While out at the hardware store Papa stew found a trinket. (My dad loves trinkets) This little gadget was a sort of fly swatter. Admittedly, It was pretty cool. Upon, contact with bug, the gadget zaps the insects taking their life in a swift and deadly electric shock. Imagine our dining room table. Dad is sitting in his usual spot at the head and I am off in a side chair. Now imagine my defensive worry, my slight cringe, and my slow head turn in papa's direction. I can hear the frown in his voice as I hear him sadly mumble..... ....... ......... ........... :( I can't find any flies :( Also on my mind.... i am engaged:) how can a blog post possibly capture a fraction of the supreme joy of planning an eternity with Matty. July 24th Can't come soon enough for me!