It was almost game time. Ry and I were SO ready this year. Like, we had been counting down the days with the boys, the presents were wrapped, the house was clean, the baking done. It was SO good.
Well, everything but Ace. Who wound up in the time out chair...
And then collapsed in a heap at six o'clock pm.
Who wants to party 'till midnight with this dude? Any takers?
So after a couple of shots of the newly angelic Ace we crossed our fingers and awoke the bear to head up to see the lights at Temple Square. If you don't already know the drill... you start with dinner at The Little America cafe with cousins and Grandparents.
And Santa. Who was of the plastic variety because the big guy had LOTS to do, obvs.
We are happy to report that Ace rebounded beautifully.
Oh this kid. Happy or sad he does it with passion.
That face was merited. I mean, just LOOK!
The wise men of our camp rode Aunt Nett and Grandpa Bob as opposed to camels...
A smart move if we say so ourselves. :)
Sometimes I get a little cynical when I hit up Temple Square with the billions of people in the crowd. But really, I think this year I just plum got over it and decided to treat it like a big Christmas Woodstock. You know, everyone wants to hear good music and smile and dance and feel the spirit of it all and I would nod in agreement that this is one of the best places to do just that.
Obligatory family picture where no one looks normal - Check.
And then the fountain show at City Creek...
Let me just say we are considering installing a fountain of our own in the back yard because it was literally ten minutes of stunned silence.
We big kids just stood back and laughed at their amazement.
And to wrap it up all up... in a very particular order, we have:
Brothers...
Train Rides...
Ninja Warrior Moves...
And that's a wrap.
Because the second annual Gardner Ski Trip on Christmas Eve is comin' atcha next.
No comments:
Post a Comment