After what felt like an eternity of waiting, we were fortunate enough to have escrow close the weekend before Christmas. Now that that's a good week and a half behind us, all the insanity of moving (twice), the setbacks (let's not even talk about paperwork or- worse- rats) seem like a distant memory. The day after we got keys...
Luke and I spent cleaning the new house.
Moving weekend was hectic and I wasn't sure everything would get done. Luckily we had a couple of Christmas Miracles show up (in the form of our Realtor and her nephew) and everything got moved. The next day we even felt festive enough to put up the Christmas tree!
Even though we have years of work ahead of us on the house, we all really love it.
It's hard to say what Luke's favorite thing is about visiting Utah.
Maybe it's all the Grandparents and Aunts and Uncles to give you attention:
Maybe it's eating your own body weight in fruit snacks:
Then again it could be that you've actually got cousins in Utah:
It could be because the Christensens are really funny:
It might even be that Utah gives you an excuse to wear your favorite hat:
As hard as it is to name your favorite thing about visiting family, it's even harder to leave the fun and festivities.
It was a Thanksgiving miracle that we made it home in good time and in one piece considering all the stories we heard from the Saturday and Sunday travelers. Not such a miracle was to come home and find that the HOA at the Schofields had Mac's truck towed in our absence. I guess it's the neighbors way of saying "Happy Holidays". I would have preferred a card.
Considering Luke's reaction to snow last year, I was a little bit worried that he wouldn't like it. I was prepared to bundle him up, take him out, and come right back in (and when I say I was prepared to do these things, I mean I was prepared to watch Mac do these things). I was surprised to find that not only was he o.k. with putting snow clothes on...
...he wanted to sled...
...and touch the snow.
There's no question about his maternity because I remember being pregnant with him and giving birth to him. He must get this love of snow from his father, because he certainly doesn't get it from me. After going down exactly two hills and watching his cousins for a while, he asked to go back inside and watch with the rest of the clan.
Now that he gets from me.
And here's some more photos because I have a hard time understanding the concept of "editing".
You gotta love the "I drank too much egg nog" look on Mac's face. Except it was more like bad photography timing than anything.