We’re hanging out at the ‘rent’s house (aka, Honey and Papaw’s) for Christmas weekend.
Lots of family.
Lots of food.
Lots of fun.
On the Eve, we sang Christmas carols, while my mom played.
We hung out in clothing articles knitted by Honey.
We experienced loads of cuteness.
The factor of cuteness around here was on a super-high level.
We rode around on four wheelers and go-karts.
And saved the world on the mini-four-wheeler.
We boogied to tunes.
And the big boys had a race.
…Lucas tripped, fell, and skidded several feet (I saw it…it really was several feet) across the pavement. He’s got road burn all over his elbows, hands and knees.
Also, he ripped his jeans.
At least his iPhone remained in tact.
At least my sister, Molly, was present to clean all his wounds and pick all the gravel out. She’s an EMT. She can handle that level of grossness. She lives for that level of grossness. I, on the other hand, do not.
And then we wound down the day with some hangin’ time in the hot tub.
We’ve had some good times so far (well, except for poor SkidMark).
And we’ve got one day left…ain’t no tellin’ what else we’ll get ourselves into.