You know what that means. An inordinate number of Christmas photos. Please bear with me.
Without further ado, I present to you, Christmas at my Dad's.
She's up to something...
Seeing my Paw Paw love on his great grandkids is about as good as it gets.
Sharing an orange (or six).
We weren't planning on putting Jonah down for a nap, but he woke up with a cold Friday morning, and decided he'd just put himself to sleep.
Sarah and her dog, Charlie. (Or Chahlie, as Jonah says.) One of the sweetest and most obedient dogs in history. Until he gets hold of a dog toy, and then he's ruthless. It's rather alarming, actually.
Jonah apparently decided to share his cold with Daddy and me for Christmas, so we're all a little snotty and tired around here today. Just trying to take it easy and rest. I don't mind it (the resting part, I mean. I could do without the cold).
Hope you all had a very merry Christmas!