The other day, I was looking at some pictures a friend of mine had on facebook. Her sister had come home for the holidays (from Europe) and they had a high old time. There were approximately 75 pictures. Lets just say that I took more than that. I don't know how these people do it, not taking pictures. It is a bit like a compulsive urge. It bothers me to not take pictures if I think they need to be taken. So bear with me here. Or just skip this post and the following ones today.
Uncle Cody and kids
Owen, Ashley, Gilbert, and Justin. Owen and Gilbert are buds.
A progressive rummy game. Mom and her daughters.
Elliott and Ashley
One sock on, one sock off. Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son Gilbert.
Cheyenne and Elsie. Cheyenne watched Elsie a LOT over this break. She is a pretty fabulous big cousin
Clover, Evan, and kids stayed up at our house, so the kids played in the mornings
Our big snowstorm right after Christmas
Uncle Cody, terrorizing the kiddies
Elliott, up to his waist in snow
Elliott boogiety-scooting with the dogs
Ashley and Gilbert
Popular Aunt Lindsey
And Gilbert, who was too interested in what was cooking.
My amaryllis opening
Our piles of snow
The fire department. And buried signs
The girls dressed a like reading Little Lulu. We didn't even know they both had this shirt. But they do. They were twins.
Lil-bill and Daddy
More Little Lulu
Nap in winter sunshine
Snowdrift on the roof
Elsie and Mummy
Kids and Starfall
Evan, attractively smartphoning
The kids put on a play for us.
It was spectacular
Elliott was the father and asked to be named Turbo. He is a nut!
Celebrating their well received play.
Another picture of Lindsey and the kids.
Lindsey working amidst some Heavy Equipment
The kids played with some of Mom's fabric that she didn't want. Beautiful brides.
And all of them