Trimming the tree. We were pleasantly surprised this year to find that all of our ornaments were made of plastic, which is quite convenient when you have a one year old who enjoys tearing the tree down. We were truly wise beyond our years with this serendipitous purchase.
(we do have other decorations too - felt I should point that out)
A convenient new fetish with hats, which made it easier when . . .
. . . she had to wear a lot of them to go outside, which made possible . . .
. . . a trip to Bethlehem . . .
(those are llamas in the middle)
. . . and lots of lights. The lights in Ogden are hundreds (okay not hundreds, but what is the next lowest numerical level, tens??) In Ogden there are tens of little houses each decorated and themed differently. This particular house depicted our nephew Christian as a Mexican guitar extraordinaire. He looks great with a mustache.
My parents spent the early part of December in Hawaii. This is my mom's "It's fun and relaxing" face on their para-gliding adventure.
A pizza and french fry vending machine. How did they know that Lance would be craving pizza and/or french fries while sitting in a hospital waiting room. Genius. Next time you're at the hospital check it out.
Heritage Park and Santa Claus complete with his real reindeer and sleigh. The beard was real too. I always check. And thankfully this year I was not mistaken by Santa to be a curious handicapped child. Although I did get a candy cane last year. Hmmm....
A unsuccessful attempt at sledding.
My dad getting into the spirit of things.
An attempt to salvage the sledding debacle, we ended the trip at the park. Lance situated Alex backwards in the swing so she was not facing the sun (safety first) leaving the lower support in the back which threatened to dump her on her head with each frontward swing. Not knowing the peril she was in, Alex enjoyed herself, and was apparently also very sleepy.
Lance's struggle and ultimate domination of the "Homestyle Kitchen", thereby fulfilling his fatherly duty of assembling all toys no matter how ridiculous for the happiness of his daughter.
Santa's arrival.
Another more successful attempt at sledding with cousin Emery.
And another trip to the park afterward.
Not pictured, but nonetheless noteworthy, was a High Flyin' Airplane Birthday party (Happy 3rd Christian - yea, you know, the Mexican guitar player), which restored my faith in airline food, and "The Harris's got Talent" family talent show (check your local listings). But the majority of time was spent in general family togetherness and killing lots and lots of bunnies.
This is another example of that childlike no reference of personal space. Emery was very sweetly trying to hug a non-cooperative Alex good night at a slightly in-opportune time. Ahhh, family togetherness. We sure love you Emery.
And I can't leave out Thanksgiving. The main event: the rolls, which I did not make this year giving everyone something to be thankful for. Delicious!
Happy New Year everyone.











