what's a xmas party without a chubby blow-up doll? i'll tell you what it is not. it's not dean and jonelle's amazing employee party with prime rib, shiny bartenders and ipod white elephant gifts. it is also not a party where you ask yourself "how the heck did it get invited to this classy gala?" and last of all it's not a party where you ignore the burning pains from your rock hard nursing boobs to see who scores the coach purse. holy crap. i told you my neighbors were the best.
me, jonelle (you totally deserve that drink btw) & natalie.
we started some new traditions this year:
we've decided to leave the christmas eve feast cooking and clean up to the asians. brilliant!
we've also decided to squeeze a little jesus into the holidays every year hee hee. the mesa temple lights are just the place to forget about my horrible wrapping skills and get a dose of warm fuzzies. we went extra late so that the drive home would knock out the little ones and give mr and mrs clause the underestimated 3 hours to assemble a train table. oy vey.
xmas morning was fun this year. brooks was literally out of breath while playing with his trains. and cars. and batman. and tiny planes. and motorcycle. not so much with the pj's and books though. atta boy.
went hopped on a plane christmas afternoon to see grandma and grandpa in kennewick and to watch the snot on our son's face freeze during his first snow experience. ah the cold. how i've missed you.
nothing like a hot soak in the sink to warm you up.
and guess what we did for new year's eve?
guts full of granny's buffet +
3 vans full of babies+
a huge gathering of silently emotional mormons
missionary homecoming 08!!
welcome home elder dave!