Sweatery Boys

I am totally impressed with Harry's attitude yesterday. No complaining, no tears, even though this was by far, the most meager Christmas yet. I am so relieved that it is over!

Hitting the Slopes

Harry had a great time this morning in the fresh powder. Considering we're raising him for veal, he stayed out there quite a long time and loved it. I was a wimp though and took pictures of his first run and then got the hell back in the warm house!

Merry Citrus!

Before we left my in-laws on Sunday, they let me pick as many oranges, lemons and grapefruits as we wanted. I don't know if I was pre-scurvy or what, but I was just enthralled and have eaten at least one every day. Can't get the boys interested in them at all though. More for me!

Santa came early.

The local Fire Station brought Santa and Mrs. Claus right to our house on a fire truck last Sunday. Harry was truly amazed, but of course, George wanted nothing to do with the old guy in the white beard. They both got a stocking full of fun stuff. Moving here gets better and better!

Our Tree

Just for you to see, Savanna. Our Christmas Tree!

Ick!

I'm not a big fan of the yucked up baby photos, but George was just so happy that I let him go to town on his jar of baby food. He was one happy dude!