Christmas with Grandma and Grandpa N.

We didn't arrive too late, but it took us at least 6 hours to make a 4 hour trip with the 2 boys. We were all happy to get out of the car again. We made ourselves right at home, nestled among the 7 or 8 Christmas trees all around haha :) We had a big turkey and ham dinner, played Taboo and Battle of the Sexes, laughed and visited a whole lot. Noah put reindeer food and cookies out again... and carrots for Rudolph. The lucky lad must have been REAL good this year to have 2 visits from Santa! ;)

We had a great visit and G & G N. went out of their way to make us feel right at home. We had a wonderful time and I remembered to get pics this visit! They got Tristan the most adorable little outfit with a train on it. Sooooooo cute.

We ended up leaving late Christmas Day to try and beat some weather and make it to GA in time to check in so we could get a hotel room.

Comments

Britni said…

I am sure they were sooo excited to have you guys there over the holidays. What a fun visit! The boys look adorable as usual :)

1/08/2008 8:39 PM

Amalia said…

wow, alot has gone on since I checked in with you last. I love that pic of you and Josh. You look so beautiful and happy. I can tell you feel more at peace than you have in a long time. even with all the craziness in moving and visiting. I will try to check in more. I miss you!

1/10/2008 4:58 PM

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