Christmas Season 2010I attempted to take pictures for our Christmas card, but didn't love how they looked (Brody looks adorable, but my photography skills-- not so great). So I stuck to using a professional photo for the card this year. Maybe next year I'll have that camera of mine figured out. Anyways, here's a sample of my attempt.
My sister and her family came over one night for dinner, so we got a picture of the cousins together by the Christmas tree. Nathan, (in the rocking chair) is scared of Brody, (he has this strange fear of babies that none of us can figure out) so it was torture for him to have to sit this close to Brody (Check out the look on Nate's face! Maybe he thought if he held reeaallly still, Brody wouldn't notice him.)
Brody, and Lauren
We spent Christmas at my parents house, which we normally do each year. My parents who go south (Arizona) for the winter, make the trek "home" to Idaho for Christmas so they can spend it with all of us-- we're so GLAD! That's what Christmas is all about. . . FAMILY, and celebrating the birth of our Savior.
T'was the night before Christmas. . .
Brody reminds me of a little elf in this next one- rummaging through all the presents.
Christmas morning. First things first. A bottle, then presents. Looks to me like Brent was sleeping on the job.
Brody got a rocking horse that sings, and whinnies, and makes a galloping sound. He loves it!
Grandpa's a funny guy!
His kisses are so sweet, but so. . .BRUTAL (and I'm not just saying that, they really are a little painful). He grabs you by the hair with both fists and pulls, mashes his face into yours, clamps down his jaws with all of his might, and slobbers a gallon of saliva. And they're not quickies either-- you pretty much have to pry him off your face. After one of Brody's kisses, I feel both loved, and wounded.
Maybe just a little spoiled.
Brody thought he was one of the big boys, and wanted to try out the drums too.
We all went to church together the day after Christmas to my parent's ward. Brody was looking dashing in his red Christmas sweater.
Those baby blues get me every time.
ONE word sums up our Christmas.
We are truly grateful for all we have been blessed with this year. We thank our Father in Heaven, and couldn't ask for more.
This is our JOY. . .