Let it snow!

Ohmygosh, where to start! Well, we spent the 20-26th in Minnesota, visiting my family. My parents were glad to see our little boys, and my sister Jeanna, brother Justin (and his family) were all there. Yay! Finn had a fantastic blast of a time, and everyone marveled, as they should, at what a good baby Graham is. He goes to sleep easy. He's a good eater. He's generally just very jolly.

Finn did not mind the cold (which was not at all severe by non-wimp standards: highs in the low 30s). If you consider that "really cold," please don't tell me. Here is Finn out helping grandpa shovel the driveway. This picture gives the impression that he is actually doing a good job, but that can't possibly be the case. Maybe I did that and handed him the shovel. Hm.

Here he is on the deck, which he liked because the snow was much less deep than in the yard. On day-one, deep snow meant "Uppa! Uppa! Uppa!"

Finn and his 3-year-old cousin Jamie had a fantastic time playing together. This trunk was great for sitting in, once one got the pesky linens out of it.

Finn was a BIG BIG fan of opening "preh-nents" and fell down the stairs into grandma Mary's arms on Christmas day, when it finally was time to open the presents under the tree.

Graham was quite jolly during the proceedings and liked his presents, which Finn was glad to open for him.

The big outdoor event on Christmas day was the making of a snowman. I noticed that the temperature had jumped up to 34 degrees, meaning it was perfect snowman weather. The bottom was the biggest snowball I could push. The middle was the biggest I could lift, and the head was roughly proportional. Finn found the last part we put on top. It almost looks like a feather. The eyes are little rotten tree fruit. The nose is a venison meat stick that Justin made at his house. The mouth is evergreens from a bush. It think it turned out pretty well! And what did Finn name the snowman? Leather. Yes, Leather. Why not?

On to Iowa!