Last weekend we went to my parents’ for a family celebration of Christmas. Twelve people, three dogs, and a merry time later, I’m home catching up on laundry and last minute details for our own “big day”.
Some favorite memories:
The look on Violet’s face when she opened her “fur” coat. And then again when my mom told her there was more in the box. “Um, but it’s not something I think I’d want” she said (trying so hard to be polite) of the dirty old rock (a geode).
All of us wearing the ribbons from our gifts around our head for some reason.
My nephew’s kiss face.
The best “sofa pillows” dessert.
Molly (our blonde cheerleader of a dog) being followed around endlessly by my little brother’s dog – a little, grumpy old man if there ever was and my parents dog looking like he just wanted us all to go away so he could have his quiet house back.
Three sick and snuggly kids and a Packer (play-off clinching) victory.