After Christmas there was more fun to be had. A smattering of phone photos helped capture the of-the-moment madness.
There were lots of good meals, more book reading and maybe a nap or two.
There was couch jumping…
And then their GRANDFATHER taught them to jump from the coffee table to the couch while we were out one day.
And grandpa even made his famous pancakes one day.
They aren’t famous because they’re the best, but they’re famous because if we had a friend spending the night he would often get up and make them. And also, I think it’s about the only thing he ever cooks for us. If mom was gone for some reason it was… breakfast for dinner! And in that case, the pancakes became waffles. Shortly after that photo was taken, the blender broke. RIP Cuisinart blender.