Jacob had picked out stocking stuffers the day before at Pamida, including mini-gingerbread kits. He went right to town working on his.
Not to mention admiring his new stash of markers aquired on this trip.
Me (cream gravy) and dad (giblet gravy) playfully competing for the stove.
Look, I finally remember to get pictures of everyone! Further proof that I need to lose weight? I'm too short to be in the back row now.
Me and my Mamas
Immediately after this pic Jacob started trying to wrestle Grandma Betty and we had to yell "don't break the grandmas!" How many people get to tell their kids that on Christmas?
Because Jacob is an equal opportunity sort of guy, we also had to say, "don't break the grandpa!"
