So what if it is March? I’m about to show you my Christmas photos.
My sister and I rendezvous-ed at my parent’s place in Idaho. We’re at the stage when, let’s face it, my parents don’t really want to see us. They want to see the kids.
So there was a lot of book reading by Grandma, aka Nona to my sister’s kids.
There were stockings:
And Christmas Eve “teaser” presents which my dad hates but always concedes to because we bully him. Hey, we all have our traditions.
The kids were introduced to the wonders of bubble wrap, courtesy of my fun-loving father.
My son now thinks Amazon packages are the greatest thing in the world… because of the packaging!
He was also wowed by my father’s giant flat screen TV with Thomas! on it.
The boys thought my parents digital photo frame was like a personal TV all for them:
There were cute matching jammies:
And new slippers.
And there were presents.
Some feeding your cute baby cousin her Cheerios.
And fun playing with said presents.
You might think we’re done here, but no. I’m just getting started with the Christmas photos. Consider yourself forewarned.