Be Amazed

Dude received his very first and highly anticipated magic kit for Christmas this year.  He wasted no time breaking out his budding magician self.  Thanks to sweet Hunter for participating in our very first Vogelzang magic show.  Go ahead, see for yourself. Be amazed. Very amazed.

When you Send an 8 Year Old Mail...

When our son gets mail addressed to him, he takes it very seriously. So when he asked if he could call Sean at State Farm to ask about the Discount Double Check and request the $845 they mentioned in the letter addressed to him, how could we say no? Our apologies to the unsuspecting and very confused State Farm agent woman who took his call. I would suggest targeting your direct mail database a bit more accurately and remove all 8 year old children from your list.

This might be my very favorite video of our sweet son to date.  

Our Adoption Story Captured on Video

Our amazingly wonderful church recently completed a month long series called "Adopted."  As a part of this stunning series, they interviewed a few families from the church who have chosen adoption in their family stories.  We were blessed to be one of those chosen families.  A videographer and Charlie from the church staff arrived on a weekday night with lights, cameras, and action and produced the video below.  It rolled during a church service, where we viewed it for the first time. What did we think?  Awesomesauce.  So incredibly perfect in the way they depicted our family and our journey.  Thanks Platt Park Church.  

A Little Pre-Thanksgiving Santa

We took the kids to see the new Peanuts movie the day before Thanksgiving and decided to check in on the Santa line next door.  Empty.  Not a crying kid in sight.  So, despite the kids' fuzzy hair and disheveled outfits, we capitalized on the vacancy.  Santa, done.  Our local outdoor mall does Santa right.  His beard is the real deal.  And he's free.  And we can take our own pictures.  And he walks around the mall talking to little people.  And he ice skates.  Take THAT Santas who smell like gin and beef jerky and hire apathetic high schoolers to act as your money collecting elves.

 Santa asked for a farewell hug and they decided to embrace each other rather than Santa.  Good times for all of us.  Santa got quite the kick out of them.