We lost our dear Pongy-boy on the 12th. We brought him home at just 5 1/2 weeks old. He was so tiny!! Pongy was a good dog to us. He hated having his paws touched, had chronic ear infections, and wasn't particularly fond of strangers. In his good days, he LOVED to run and made a great running companion. However, his passion was to go with Travis for bike rides. He's always loved food....even most vegetables. He was a vigilant protector of his family and home, and would bark if he heard someone walking a block away. We sure will miss him.
We left for ND on Thursday, the 20th, to be with our families for Christmas. We stayed at a hotel on Thursday since the drive is about 11 hours, and then drove the rest of the way on Friday. The boys had a great time swimming. Min realized that there are great benefits to be the 3rd child. We let him eat chicken nuggets and french fries for supper (something Henry would have NEVER gotten to do at 14 months...and likely not Charles either). And, then he managed to raid the bag of Cheeto's and tried to horde as many as he could. As you can see, it is doubtful that he could have held on to too many more.






On Christmas morning, we went to Travis' mom and dad's for Christmas there. This is a picture of the boys with their cousins. Georgia 9, and Ella 7. Min and Charles were not at all liking to have their picture taken.
The rest of the week was fairly quiet and the boys got some much needed rest. They were all sick while we were there, and with the excitement of Christmas they didn't get enough sleep. We left for home on Thursday, stopped again for the night, and got back to Rochester on Friday afternoon. We were all glad to be home. We spent today just doing things around the house. Min found these glasses and actually WANTS to wear them. He has brought them to us many times to help put them on.
Tonight, Charles started yelling, "Mom! Dad!! Come quick! Min's in big trouble!" We couldn't imagine what must be going on as we ran into the family room. There was our dear Min, smiling at us with his face and hands covered in soot. He had found the fireplace tools.
He's so proud of himself that he's clapping.


