Sunday, January 23, 2011

Poor Clint

Clint is all boy. He grunts at his toys, and likes to wear Daddy's hats.
He is really such a cute little fella...Unfortunately this poor tortured soul has a big sister. She too loves to dress Clint up. But not in Daddy's hats.

She likes to put him in her princess clothes. Here he is depicting a fairy princess....


And we could call him a royal prince here if the cape weren't pink. Not something a Daddy wants to see, but something a Mommy must take pictures of! Poor little Clint. Katie's going to really torture him with the prints of these photos with his future girlfriends!!!



Saturday, January 22, 2011

New Camera

Today we went and spent entirely too much money at Best Buy. One of the items was a little video camera that uploads to the computer. Being so far away I wanted everyone to not only see constant pictures of our family but video. When you look at the video you can see four arrows on the bottom right corner. Click on them and you should be able to see the video in full screen.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Peek-a-boo

"Where's Clint?????" "Where's my little Clint????"



"There he is!!!!!"
Trying to get the video of this on the blog...stay posted!

Friday, January 14, 2011

Soccer Star

Katie is playing her first organized sport. She is on an indoor soccer team. It is a pre-school level team and it is pure hilarity to watch.


The kids have one rule, kick the ball. So during a game two teams are simply chasing the ball around the court, field (it's indoor and I know nothing about soccer so the terms are a little fuzzy)



The man on the left is the coach. He is a friend of ours and he got Katie on his team. He's a great coach because he just wants the kids to have fun. He teaches a few rules, but mostly he just wants the kids to experience the sport.

The lady in the back is the assistant coach. The is the team. No one really knows what is happening, they are all a little lost. One little guy stands on the field/court crying at his mom because he is so mad he can't get the ball. It is too funny to watch.

Gee which one is Katie??? Could the kid get a little taller?!?!?!

Clint fully supports soccer. He just can't hold one, and football's taste better. Go Crazy Bats!!!!! (that's the name of the team)

Monday, January 3, 2011

Christmas 2010

Christmas was so exciting this year in the Copsey household. Katie is at an age that makes Christmas magical! She was so excited for Santa, she couldn't wait to see what he brought her. Rick found the NORAD website so we could track Santa, and Katie was pretty nervous to stay up late and watch a movie with her Grandma, because you know, Santa won't come to a house with lights on and people awake. So as the movie, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, started Katie told Grandma, "Hang on, I have to check where Santa is. If he is close I can't watch the movie with you because I have to go to bed." He was currently in Russia so she had just enough time!
Rick did the usual barbecuing on Christmas Eve. It was even colder and snowier than last year, but he braved it for some rib eye steaks.
Grandma came to visit and spend the holiday with us. She too was able to experience the fun of children at Christmas. Notice Katie's outfit. She dressed herself, as she always does. The pink leopard print tights go wonderfully with the purple sequin skirt, don't you think???
Christmas morning Katie woke up early (about 6:30) and was so surprised that Santa had come and left so much loot! I asked her if she had heard Santa during the night and she said "yup, he sounded like this..." and she put on her boots and stomped on the tile next to the fire place. Clint gave her the Woody doll. I imagine he is thinking it is a toy he will like when she gets tired of it! In the picture above he is holding the card Daddy got him. It was yummy!
We truly had a wonderful Christmas. Santa aside, Katie also understands the real reason for the holiday, and that Christmas wouldn't exist without Jesus being born. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday season, and that you also were able to remember the true reason we celebrate.