Mary Christmas

Emma: "Who is baby Jesus' father?"
Grayson: "Joseph!"
Emma: "Yes! And who is his mommy?"
Grayson: "Mary. Mary Christmas."

three nights of joy

Grayson received a very cool Christmas gift this week from his Uncle Jim & Aunt Summer:

 

A workbench! Complete with tools.

 

"Look what I got Matia!!!!"

 

 

Studying the box.

The idea was to let him open this fantastic thing first and then the adults could have peace to do our thing for the next however many hours.  We didn't anticipate two things: 1) Assembly.  2) The volume of exciting accessories such as the lathe and NAIL GUN.  :)  Happily, Aunt Summer thought to eventually move the finally-put-together bench and all affiliated parts to an adjoining room.  We later noticed we forgot to turn on a light in that room, but Gray was SO HAPPY playing with his new workbench, he didn't seem to care.  Plus, the nail gun flashes when operated so he did have that light every two seconds...

 The next night, we ventured out to visit Santa Clause.

"I see SANTA!"

Hard to say who's more excited here.

After a short pause:
"May I please have a remote controlled tractor."

These two cuties waited in the warmth.
 

 We also saw our dear friends Megan ("Me-me") and Rob and Kristen ("Kiki").  We have excellent pictures from this (from a REAL camera and not my phone), but I have to figure out how to convert them from super huge raw data files.  Kiki was a little psychic because a half hour before she gave him a garbage/recycling truck, Gray informed everyone he wants to be a "trash guy." 

And then the NEXT night (whew), Sarah and Mike came to visit from Seattle.  And Aunt Sarah brought us some amazing books that we just had to have read to us right away. :)

Mittens nap

All the fun of celebrating Christmas with dear friends, pajamas & a fancy breakfast means you might exhaustedly fall asleep with your mittens on.

christmas with oma

these two are pretty tight :)

merry christmas!



Jack's *First* Christmas gift!

and he loves it!

i'm no detective...

but I *think* G. has been messing with the nativity:

Didn't you read the part about the wise man
 coming from afar on the gator?
Which was driven by a sheep?  No?? :)

six months / jack

happy six months to our sweet jack!

 

Jack dreaming away, looking smaller than his 18+lb.

 

(If any grandparents are reading this who might be shopping for Christmas, we're offically out of the 6mo. size now, into 9mo. and up.

Also, it's a 12mo. dose of medicine if he happens to get a high fever in your care!  And,  completely related in that he is his own adorable, funny sweet person, his hair - which settled down for Thanksgiving - is back up. :))

 

*Grayson, who we can celebrate being 2 years and 6mo, is also dreaming in his bed.  I know this because I heard him cry out "say hello to the dog and the squirrel" when I walked by in the hallway.