Joan had us over a few weekends ago to decorate Christmas cookies. They were babysitting Jenifer's kids (Steve's half sister) so she wanted to do something fun with all the kids/cousins together. Here's a cookie Jake decorated:
Here's Peyton enjoying it:
Jake reading to Peyton:
Dinner at Peter Piper Pizza! (Dennis and Joan with all their grandkids) - Ian, Peyton, Madison, & Jake:
This past weekend, my friend Siobhan had an Ugly Christmas Sweater party. It was a fun time eating and laughing. Here's Megan, me, & Siobhan rockin our awesome sweaters:
Us three in 2009 at her party -- all pregnant. :)
Darren awarding the winner of the ugliest sweater:
The other night my friend Amanda took me to dinner at The Vig. She'd had a 30th birthday gift she'd been wanting to give me, so she came over to see my new place, picked up Peyton and I, then off we went!
Let me point out that the pics from here-on involve a poor little boy with a black eye. Peyton slipped in the bathroom (DARN TILE! I'm getting awfully sick of how slippery it is) and WHAM! banged his head right into the toilet. So sad.
Anyway, here we are heading to The Vig. JJ is my Godson and such a good friend to Peyton:
Amanda & JJ at dinner:
HOLLA! She got me a Coach wristlet and Coach cardholder. Definitely spoiled me waaay too much.
After din din, we visited this house in Arcadia that is decked out HARD CORE. For the past 30 years they've been doing it, and I remember seeing it a few years ago, so I suggested we take our boys.
They had 3 areas with train sets and Peyton could've sat at this one all night long:
Santa (a fake one) was sitting out there, Peyton had fun saying, "ho ho ho." They also had a huge bubble machine that Peyton was super excited about. He kept saying, "bubba! bubba!"
It was such a fun evening out!
Steve's office party was last week and that was a lot of fun. We belonged to this specific Coldwell Banker office during my whole pregnancy when I was working full-time with Steve (then left to a different office, and are now back) so I knew pretty much everyone there, which made it a lot of fun catching up with everyone. Sorry, no pics.
Here's a pic of Peyton enjoying our Christmas tree this morning:
We decided today was the only day left we could take Peyton to see Santa. We also assumed we'd get semi right in since we were going during the day. WRONG! I guess I'm still a rookie in this department. But, we had a blast waiting. We went to Bass Pro Shop around 1pm and got a Bass Pass for 4pm. At first we said forget it. Then, we changed our minds. And, a nice lady gave us her 3:30 pass after she apparently said forget it. So in the long meantime, we looked at gigantic fish:
Rode the carousal:
Snapped some pics in front of the tree:
Ate lunch at Toby Keith's, where we got another pic in front of a tree (with red cups as ornaments, ha!):
And finally, got our picture with Santa! We pointed out Santa as soon as we were close enough in line to see him. Peyton was anxious and wanted to go right up to him. Finally, it was our turn and we walked up to Santa, while Peyton took his time. He was shy, not scared. Eventually, because I was anticipating dirty looks because I wasn't moving fast enough, I picked Peyton up and plopped him on Santa's lap (which BTW was big, red, and scary! No wonder kids cry!) Peyton sat as still as he could, and moved his eyes around like, "WOW!" He had a twinkle in his eye and a face of amazement. It was unbelievably sweet. After the pic, Santa talked to him and he said in his quite, sweet voice, "dah, dah?" He was totally talking to Santa and I wanted it to last forever, but I had to pick him up and leave. He looked back at him a few times and then we were on our way. Tonight when I put Peyton to bed, unprovoked he suddenly said, "Ho Ho Ho!" Yeah, it was a Santa kinda-day! :)))
On our way home with no nap, Peyton conked out. We met some family friends for dinner tonight at the Old Spaghetti Factory (didn't take any pics) and I was worried after a long day, he wouldn't be up for it. But, he did great at dinner.






















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