finding my voice

I've lost my voice today. And truthfully I didn't really realize what a chatterbox I can be until I am robbed of my ability to talk. So instead of talking I'm posting a quick update to the blog.

In the last half of November, we surprised my family by showing up unexpectedly for Thanksgiving (big thanks to Rachael for facilitating that one). My dad's birthday was also that weekend so it was a double celebration. Griffin had a fantastic time hanging out with his grandpa... with everyone else too, but especially Grandpa. I think that was mostly because my dad gave Griffin everything he wanted. Cookies at bedtime? sure, why not?

a quick swim in November? You bet!

Man, Grandpa is a push-over.

So far in December we've been fighting a really awful cold that just won't seem to let go. And now at the very end when I'm finally feeling mostly better, the virus makes one last desperate attempt at spite and steals my voice.

And have I mentioned before that I love working in the Primary children's organization at church? This week I had a little kid tell me that I was "huuuuuge." But I suppose that before I start getting a weight-complex I should remember that earlier in the conversaion he told me that his mom's "really fast van" could drive from Colorado to Canada in twenty minutes. Hopefully, his perception of time and size are equally distorted.

And last but not least, this Christmas we had the 2nd Annual Huber Christmas Cookie-thon. Here are the results: