First Christmas

Caroline's first Christmas was so great. We kept it very simple for her and each other. We love this sweet girl and it's true what "they" say about Christmas being better with kids.

Skiing

For Christmas this year, Mama Kat rented a cabin up in Midway, UT.  The day we left, she wanted to take the twins and Leni skiing at Sundance.  She taught skiing for 15 years.  We grew up doing it from the ripe ages of 2 and 3, so naturally, it's what you do in our family when you turn that age.  I didn't ski this time because I forgot my gear, but I was able to take pictures instead.  Poor Leni was soo sick and was not having it, but the boys did sooo awesome and kept begging us to go up on the "big" hill.  Here are a few photos from the day.

Chwwistmas.

Soon after we got home from Florida the festivities continued. We spent a lot of time with both of our families, one of the beautiful perks of our parents living in the same town, and time with Papa Leo.  We have watched a lot of movies, eaten one too many of Stacey's cherry-a-lets, and have had some quality reading time. I am going to have to put those running shoes Spencer gave me into good use. I didn't catch one photo on Christmas day, I was too busy enjoying it.  Good thing I made up for that in Florida. Plans of skiing and continuing the said routine for the next week and a half of bliss until school begins.

we are loving

A wonderful surprise.

First of all, I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS ALBUM.

Second.

I was talking to my mom yesterday about how our Christmas tree died but I didn't know if we'd get another due to time restraints.  Apparently Spencer's parents had asked if he set up his tree yet and he told them the same thing.

So my mom asked me to leave my door unlocked while I went to church so she could stop by and borrow a glue gun.

Well sneaky Mama Kat and Stace, bought a tree, set it up, put all of the ornaments on, and left no trace.

When we came home, we walked in and were so surprised/happy/confused/grateful.

We are so so dang lucky to have such awesome moms. Sheesh.

Christmas Tree Hunting

The only type of hunting I ever agree to is Christmas Tree Hunting. We went with some friends on Saturday to cut down our beloved tree. We had so much fun even though Brynn and I thought we might need a couple toes amputated by the end. Leave it up to Spencer to ditch us for an hour and a half searching for the perfect tree. I love/despise that quality of his. We both found our perfectly unperfect trees. Brynn may have wiped out on the trail back and I may have fell down the mountain twice, but who's counting. The frostbite was worth it. 

I set the trees up two days later and slaved away at putting all of the ornaments and lights on until the wee hours of the night. Right when I slipped into bed (Spencer was long gone) I heard a big crash. I knew EXACTLY what happened. It was a very distinct crashing of ornaments, water spilling, blah, blah, blah that I heard. I didn't know whether to use cry or stomp my feet. Wait, I think I did both. The ornaments are still on the floor broken.  And I will eventually face the reality of it. 

Battle of the Holidays.

Battle of the Holidays.

thanksgiving vs. christmas

poor thanksgiving is always battling with the 

stores and excitement for christmas.

problem solved.

fuse.

decorations that is.

i think it works.

maybe even better.