Happy Holidays, everyone!

Creed and Truett here! Last night at bedtime after rocking out to Rudolph and Jingle Bell jamming, mom decided to silent the night by reading last year’s Christmas letter. It worked, put us right to sleep. To save you from falling asleep like we did, we are taking over the Christmas letter this year. We just need to find a way to break the news to mom and dad…last one to the cookie jar has to tell! Santa, if you are reading this don’t worry we’ll save you some cookies. We tried to tell our parents, well, Truett tried but they didn’t understand a word he was saying. You’d think by now they would have him figured out – like me!

Truett, lets show everyone how this works. Hold my cookie, tell me about your year and watch this! What I heard Truett say was, “a-daba daba doo!” What he meant by that was, “I am the best big brother ever!” Just kidding, he didn’t say that but here is what he was trying to say:

“This year I got really good at walking and am starting to get the hang of temper tantrums. I turned one in May and had my first birthday party which was a little fishy. Literally, my family danced around pretending to be sharks and sang doo doo doo doo doo doo over and over and OVER again. This isn’t the only crazy thing that happened. I went on my first airplane ride and things got crappy. I know I’m not supposed to say naughty words but I am also not supposed to lie. After an accidental blow-out in the rental car, people’s patience were running a little thin and unfortunately I had unfinished business to take care of. Before we even had time to settle in with some pretzels I pooped on the plane in my back-up pants! Mom had to carry me to the bathroom at the back of the plane and we turned heads if you know what I mean. She talked to herself almost the whole time, which sounds crazy but is actually pretty normal. I can remember her mumbling something about there not being a changing table, the sink not draining and being full of water, and there not being any room for her to set anything down. She was holding onto a clean diaper with her teeth and had my third outfit of the day hanging over her shoulder, which was actually your back-up clothes, Creed. It’s a good thing she didn’t set anything down on the floor because while she was taking so long to change me, I couldn’t hold it anymore and pee started going everywhere. I panicked and accidentally knocked all the puke bags on the floor. While all of this was happening a stranger opened the unlocked door and then quickly closed it again so we could finish the diaper change disaster. Your turn Creed, I need to take a cookie break.”

And that is how you translate Truett talk, the cookie doesn’t crumble far from the milk! Did I just make that up? Nah! Wait, maybe the saying is about apples and not cookies. Either way, as Truett’s big brother I understand him because my days are jam packed with him. Jam packed teaching him how to climb up on the counter to get a cookie, poor milk into a cup without hardly spilling, and most important of all – transforming robots. Transformer robots are a big part of my life and they do as much with me as I do with Truett. They go with me to pre-school, day care, and had a front row seat at my fourth birthday party. For the second year in a row Transformers are on the top of my Christmas list. My transformer toy collection has grown almost as much as me since last Christmas. My dad says if I want to be big, strong and smart like them I need to eat a few more apples and a few less cookies. Apples and cookies again, no wonder I’m confused. What I do know for sure, if Santa doesn’t eat all the cookies we made him, I will.

As far as mom and dad, well their lives pretty much revolve around us and they LOVE it! They did leave us behind and took a trip to Seattle because well, something about them being married for five years. We weren’t invited because well you just heard about what happened the last time they took us on a plane.

Busted boys! Mom-voice stepping in. In all seriousness, Creed really is the best big brother and Truett is his copy cat. Alec and I are hard at work trying to raise kind-hearted cookie monsters. This year has been jam packed with dirty diapers, loads of laundry, messy faces, and we can’t wait to see what craziness follows us into 2020.

Wrote with cookie crumb thumbs,

The Spady boys!