A couple nights before Christmas, Santa came by on a firetruck and threw candy to all the little kids. It's one of the things I love about living in a small town. Our big city Santas never did that. Now though, every time the kids hear a firetruck, they want to go outside and wait for candy.
The top picture of Wyatt at the bar looks kind bad... like, "Here's my toddler at a bar and I'm so proud!" But this bar is a tradition in my family. It's a local seafood bar called Hudson's and my parents started taking me and my brother there when we were about this age too. I have the best memories sitting up there with my bro feeling so cool, peeling shrimp, and being elbows deep in clarified butter.
Apparently, Callie thought the cat needed a little glam and I guess Gracie was okay with it because we found her like this, napping behind the TV cabinet.
This is a picture of the best baby girl, sleeping in a big bed for the first time ever. We were in a hotel in Jacksonville that night. Wyatt slept with daddy and Cal with momma. I probably watched her sleep for a good hour before I fell asleep too. I couldn't stop looking at her.
This, of course, is the most flawless and perfect man in all the land.
2 comments:
yes, you have been slacking. i know because i stalk your blog and check it everyday. those are great pics. our neighborhood does the firetruck and candy. i love miss callie's hair!
Loved the pictures and the detail added a special touch. Thanks, Sandra
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