Do They Know It's Christmas Time At All?

Since we went to Boise for Thanksgiving, we didn't get to do the annual Hunt. Why, yes. It did break my heart, thanks for asking. We went to a... a... sit down for this... tree lot. Gasp! I wondered if my kids would even know it was Christmas time without encountering a perilous situation. Much to my relief, they did just fine.

I realized I didn't even get a good picture of our picture perfect tree.

You can see it here behind a tightly pajama'd Hendrix.

Nash really got in the Christmas spirit at Granny G's by playing in the flour bin with the sifter for several hours.

Naturally, everyone got spoiled. "That's why they call it GRANDma!" she tells me. I see Gage carrying around a wooden bow - one of his all time favorite objects. Then I see Granny outside in 2 feet of snow, cutting straight sticks from the lilac bush with a steak knife. She and Liv made them into arrows. Clearly, Gage was in heaven.

There was so much snow in Richfield! Thor the dog would bound out of the snow, sink back in, bound out, sink back. He got especially confused when you'd throw a snowball for him to fetch, but he couldn't find it anywhere. Haha! Dogs are dumb.

Dylan worked so hard on this cool baseball gear holder. I'm so proud of his skillzzzz **Ultimate Amazingness!** Gage carried it around with him for at least 3 straight days.