More visits to the Denver zoo while the weather was still nice--dad and baby enjoying the sun alongside some theatrical sea lions...
We finally got the Christmas decor up, and scored, truly, the most perfect tree. We told them we didn't have much money, so they took us to the back of the lot, where the hobos get their trees, to this sad little pile under a black tarp...and by a Christmas miracle, it turned out to be the most symetrical, bushy, grand and regal tree ever.
We spent Christmas at the Gray the Elders in Fort Collins, and much fun was had by all--I think Glenn and Judy are still recovering from the madness. No pics of xmas morning...our camera disappeared under the inconceivable pile of loot beforehand and was only found right before we left.
A few days after Christmas we took Stelli to the dog park...kind of as a belated gift, since she loves it and we almost never go there anymore. Sawyer had a great time toddling around watching the other dogs, and always managed to narrowly miss stepping or falling into big piles of doodoo.
Maman and baby shadows
Grandma Bates gave this hat to Sawyer for xmas, along with a number of other cute clothes...as you can see he's a little ambivalent. I'm pretty sure it will grow on him when he realizes how awesome he looks, and how warm it keeps his ears...
2 comments:
hobos get christmas trees?
thats awesome.
i think it looks quite beautiful.
that is so crazy about our trees! love it.
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