We had a great Christmas. On Christmas Eve we attempted our tradition of matching PJs, but I'm not very adept and the first pair I made for Abe were way too little (nightmares from last year) and the second pair were huge. In fact they looked like MC Hammer pants. Needless to say, no one else got jammies this year.
I'm grateful that you can't see me trying to get Abe to dance. If you look close you can see my feet kicking.
This video is Abe's first reaction to Santa's loot. You can see in his face that he just woke up. I love the talking we captured. He babbles like that CONSTANTLY. It is so cute. We have a longer video we are going to post on YouTube for interested parties, I'll post the link once we have it up.
It was just such a wonderful day to relax and spend together. Thanks to G & G Carlile, G & G Tucker, the Davis', and Cole Brock and Zane for all the gifts you sent. We loved them. Below are some of our favorite pictures of the day. Ken recieved a weed whacker and rake from Santa and I got a bread machine, not only from Santa, but a second one from my mom! Luckily Santa saved his reciepts and I can return one for something else.
The first present he went for under the tree was this plane.



finding him reading his own scriptures, praying, or writing in his journal. He is a vigilant journal writer. He is someone who always tries to do what is right and is very close to the Spirit. If Dad tells you that he "feels" you should do something or that something is going to be a certain way, then you listen. I remember water fights and gotcha last games that went on for days. I remember that he was always worthy and willing to give me a priesthood blessing. There was one night, early on in my college years, when I got sick. I'd been homesick and this was my first time being sick away from home. I called my Dad to get some sympathy and TLC. Less than 2 hours later there was a knock on my door. There stood my Dad, ready to give me a blessing. Even though it was late and he had to drive an hour and forty five minutes home and go to work the next day, he was ready and willing to honor his priesthood. I remember my Dad taking elaborate measures to ask me out on a Daddy-Daughter date. I remember all the sacrifices he made, so that we would be a happy and have not only the things we needed, but wanted. My son, Abraham, has a special bond with my Dad. He wouldn't leave him alone, the whole time we were with them. I'm sure Abe could sense how much his Grandpa loved him. I love you, Dad. Thanks for all that you've always done for me. If those who know my Dad would like to leave a comment with a favorite memory of him, I think that'd be great!
And here is Halloween 2005, the first Halloween Ken and I spent together. We'd been dating for only about 6 weeks, but had fun coming up with coordinating costumes and painting our pirate flag. We had kids walking the plank in the parking lot in order to get their candy that year! I guess it was a match, destined to be!!
Happy Halloween!!!