I don't know if anyone else has as much trouble as I do when trying to take a family picture. We're not all together very often so I have so seize the opportunity when I can. My opportunity came at Thanksgiving. I asked them to wear reds and blues and stand still and look nice while my cousin took the picture. They had a hard time standing still and looking nice. They kept goofing around, and we were losing daylight. I finally told them that if they would stand still and take a nice picture then I would let them make whatever face they wanted for the last picture.
New Years Eve everyone was on the mend. We went to see a play. The theater had a special engagement of "Heaven Can Wait". We went to the 6:00 show. They passed out party favors for New Years. During intermission they served pie (It was really good!), hot chocolate and hot cider.
Thank you for posing Rachel.
Thank you for posing Dan.
We have some uncooperative members of the group. Grandma got one with feathers.
Fortunately Ryan and Rachel left early in the morning on the 24th so that they could help Grandma get ready for the family Christmas Eve dinner. I was starting to come down with some sort of bronchitis type thing so I needed to see the doctor before I left Clovis. After I got my supply of meds we left. Dan, Amber and I made it just in time for dinner.
After dinner and singing we opened gifts. The girls received Mickey and Minnie shirts from Grandma.
The day after Christmas poor Rachel got the worst cold she's had in a very long time. It turned into a sinus infection so we made a trip to the Minute Clinic inside the CVS. Once she got on an antibiotic she started to improve. Dan went to an urgent care a couple of days before that for his sinus infection. Amber had a cold as well, but it didn't slow her down too much.
We didn't go anywhere or do a whole lot. We spent quite a bit of time sitting around coughing and blowing our nose. However, we did spend a lot of time in some good conversation.
Look at all the desserts! Grandma's made her choice.
" Too many tacos and chocolate milk!" Sometimes that's what we say when someone's eaten too much. It's kind of an inside family story. One night when Tyler was probably about 3 or 4 we couldn't find him after dinner. He had just finished eating some of his favorite foods, tacos and chocolate milk. We went looking for him and found him laying on his bed. I asked him what was wrong and in a very sad little boy voice said, "I ate too many tacos and chocolate milk."
Hopefully we didn't scratch Aunt Jenny's table again.