Nicholas is here!!!

Well, it has been an eventful few weeks. I found out that I really like turkey...Jacob got to play with some real deer antlers...Krinkles is back...Dad won a special award...oh yeah, and Nicholas was born!!! We were so very excited when Mom told us he was on the way...even though our bedtime book time was cut short. Bummer, but we got to spend the night with Meme and Papa, so it was all good. Mom was surprised that I was actually a little more excited about Papa coming over than Nicholas being born. But Jacob set me straight by screaming "Nicholas is coming!", and jumping around like a crazy cat. So I joined in too. Nicholas is great. He doesn't do much though. Mom thinks he is a good baby. I know this because she said yes when Jacob asked if Nicholas had been obeying her. But then again she thinks he doesn't like having his head and face touched. She keeps telling me not to touch his face and head, but come on, there is no resisting that fuzzy little head and tiny little face...I just gotta swipe it, and tap it, and kind of very gently hit across the side of it, and smush around on the cheeks of it...you get the picture. I think Mom is wrong. Nicholas loves it. It makes him make all of these crazy twisted faces. Hilarious! It's our thing.

Also we had a rockin' thanksgiving. Got to see all the cousins in Sherwood and Sheridan. And the food! Oh the food!...Gotcha! Ha! You actually thought I cared about that? The food was pretty lame by my standards. Everyone else seemed to be making themselves sick by eating so much. But really...I ate already this year, so I'm good. Just give me a half a bite of turkey and a sliver of pie.

Now it's on to Christmas. Krinkles is in the house! And you know what that means...candy for breakfast EVERY morning! And I've kind of figured out that he doesn't really even care if I've been "good". Seems I get the goodies anyway. Don't tell Mom about that though.

That's all for now. I'll post some pictures and stuff later.

-Nosers

NOTES FROM MOM:
Noah telling me what he will ask Santa for in his letter: "I want a hammer. Hammers are not dangerous. I want a hammer that is so beautiful and hammery to help me build things."