Boxes

Our life has become about boxes. Boxes, boxes, everywhere you look, boxes. Or, as Everett sees it....his own personal jungle gym. We are so excited about our move and the changes that it brings. But I will be happy to be rid of all the boxes!

Free Entertainment

How do the Williamson "live it up" on a Saturday night? We go to Von Maur dept. store and listen to the piano lady. This truly is a favorite activity of Everett's. There have been multiple occasions where we have spent at least an hour there. Even better, last Saturday night she took our requests and played a variety of Christmas music. Everett is quite the spectacle. He dances and dances and has been known to draw a crowd. Sounds silly, but it really is fun. Several of the pianists even know Everett by name now! This same night we also went and got Ev's picture taken (or "made" as they say in the South) with Santa. He was so funny. He ran right up to Santa and said "hi!" He didn't cry when I put him on Santa's lap, but he gave his "stone face" and would not break a smile. The camera lady asked if I could get him to smile, but I answered with a honest "no." I really can't. I was just happy he didn't cry, but I should have known he wouldn't with his love for characters.