The weekend before Christmas we went up north to celebrate with the Chris' family and his mom's side. The kids had loads of fun running rampid around Beth and Ryan's house :) They were even rather nice to their kitty, Walter. Apparently we need stairs to run up and down and an open balcony to throw things off. I thought I charged my camera before coming but apparently I didn't so pictures are limited....sorry, once again...I'm retarded. The picture in the picture above is at grandma/grandpa Foster's house. Grandpa feeds a squirrel friend every morning and the kids were excited to watch up close...so excited they ran over instead of getting dressed :) It's become a favorite picture of mine!Beth....I'll need to upload some of your pictures to my blog as I don't have any of you from this day!!!! Stupid camera of mine....Aunt Beth was busy working hard in the kitchen to make us all breakfast :)
At Aunt Beth and Uncle Ryan's house....Chris' sister and brother-in-law.
This was the first and basically last thing he opened as he layed there like that the rest of the time!! He would open a gift to please us then go back to the train!
A princess dress!!! Aunt Beth and Uncle Ryan quickly became her favorite as that's ALL she wants to wear now!!!
Logan got his stocking after his nap.
ooooing and ahhhing over Logan's constellation turtle...which is the coolest thing!!
Logan dove right in to open presents!!!
Zach loved Uncle Ryan
Sneaking a peak...or some slobber....at the presents :)
First day of table foods!!!! He's holding his own banana :)
We woke up to snow :)
Zach kept wanting Uncle Ryan to read him the five love languages book until he gave it to daddy and Kenzie made Ryan read her his orbital mechanics book :)
Our journey started January 22nd, 2003 when we started dating. By November 22nd, 2003 we were engaged and married on April 3rd, 2004. Our precious daughter, Makenzie, arrived July 16th, 2008, sweet boy, Zachariah, arrived October 5th, 2009 and adorable little Logan showed up on May 18th, 2011.
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