Christmas morning seems like months ago. On Saturday, the day after Christmas, we packed up and left for Atlanta. We were up at 5 a.m. on Sunday morning and on a plane to LasVegas at 8:30. We were on our way to see Laurel and Brayden get married. I will post more pictures and details about our trip. We had a great time, and the wedding was wonderful. Congratulations to Laurel and Brayden. We are all so happy for you both.
Here are a few pictures of Christmas morning.
Charlie is so excited the Santa brought a train table for him . . . and Hank too.
(Charlie asked Santa to bring Hank a train table.)
Granddaddy will you open this, "peeeeese."
No time to stop for breakfast.
A pops-it a.k.a. a jack in the box.
Charlie asked Santa for a fire pole and a pops-it for himself.
Charlie ran to the door on Christmas morning to look for his fire pole, but it was cold and raining. We took him to the window to see it. When he saw it, he said, "My fire pole. It's Christmas!" It finally cleared up enough for him to go outside and play.
No comments:
Post a Comment