Grandma enjoyed all 4 of her Great-Grandkids
We all loved spending more time with Uncle Terry (and Aunt Ruth).
They graciously hosted us for a few nights.
They graciously hosted us for a few nights.
Being up in Cascade with Grandma and Grandpa (and the snow) was a blessing.
Daddy (sporting his Movember Moustache) read plenty of books. The Boise "Steak" shirts were from Grandma Dot. It was a treat to match and support the local team.
Grandma got to love on her girls (and her Connor, too)
Both Connor and Katie LOVED riding on the 4 wheeler. Next year when Kara is bigger, I suppose we'll have to learn to take turns (instead of just switching which kid is behind vs. in front)
We LOVE the blankets from the Scotts. So cozy and so much fun. This is the "party". Apparently a party is when you spread out a blanket and sit on it with your siblings.
The sign says "Stop. Mistletoe - kiss me quick!"
This is Kara's leash - er, I mean feeding tube. This picture is from a few weeks ago, when she was scooching on her bottom (not crawling). Working on figuring out a new feeding solution.
Birthday Boy with his Birthday Breakfast!
"Yucky Charms".
Sadly enough, both Connor & katie can now say their "L"s
Birthday cards and presents!
The favorite - Daddy's old tractor with wagon, "Dicky Disk", "Chucky Cultivator", and "Perry Plow"
Kara just barely fits into this Christmas dress. And she sure does love to move. She does not fit into the matching hat, hence the hairclip. (I believe the clip lasted 10 minutes before it was pulled out).
Katie loves her snow coat.
Kara LOVES her "baby". She cozies her, and loves her, and chews on her 2 little ribbon hairs.
(Kara says baby, Mama, her version of Grandma)
This is what Kara did this morning. Crawled from 10 feet away and got into a toilet paper roll (which I thought was on the end table... can she pull up too?? Yikes!)
Papa & Mimi took Connor and Katie on the "Santa Train". It's been around since the 70s (or earlier), and was a treat. They rode the train, had hot chocolate, ate cookies, and sat on Santa's lap. They've been asked at least 2 times "what they want for Christmas" and they look perplexed. Trying to process "Does that have anything to do with anything?"
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I remember the Santa Train from when I lived in Seattle in the 80's. I would take some of my kids in residential treatment on the Santa Train (after making sure they were going to be on their best behavior...). I still have the Night Before Christmas coloring book I bought there. Fun memories!
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