Christmas

We traveled to Utah for Christmas & were able to see most of our family members. I won't say I'm a bad mother because I didn't get any pictures of Christmas morning. I'll just admit to being a bit preoccupied with watching Lance & his cousin Kendra open presents. They didn't understand a thing about Santa, but they both were pretty excited to discover presents left by Santa & open more presents.

The next day Grandpa got the four-wheeler out to pull the kids in the big sled. This was the most fun Lance has ever had in the snow. He still doesn't want to touch it or even walk in it, but the sled kept him out of it & seemed to be a big hit.

David being pulled in the sled with Emma, Gauge, Lance, and Kendra

Lance riding on the back of the four wheeler in what my dad calls the "Queen" seat

Brother-in-law Nick, David, & brother Russell doing "guy" things (brother-in-law Dustin, and my dad were helping also but not pictured--seriously, how many guys does it take to fix Old Blue?)

We didn't get to spend much time with David's parents, but we did get to see them, & I actually took some pictures of our "second" Christmas morning at their house. Lance had tons of fun playing with Grandma & Grandpa & Aunt Julie and being the center of attention--something he really enjoys.

Grandma with Lance and Luke

Lance opening presents with Grandma, Aunt Julie, and Grandpa

Goofball Lance--I wonder where he gets it? Hint: Daddy

Aunt Julie with Luke

Grandma with Luke

And here's a pretty good Daily Dose of David. So I was talking to David about my dad & his job (my daddy drives trains--choo choo!), and somehow the conversation got around to fuel for trains. Maybe I just assume that everybody know this (but pretty much everybody knows *eyeroll*), trains run on gasoline--diesel, in fact. When this fact comes out in the conversation, David breaks in with, "I thought trains ran on coal." I just sat there blinking, waiting for the joke. It didn't come, and David says, "No, seriously. I thought that is what your brother did for the railroad--shovel coal into the engine." More blinking. More waiting. Still no joke. And then came the laughter (my own laughter). David also had a good laugh after I told him that it's been a while since anyone had to shovel coal into the engine of a train. Now all I can imagine is my brother in overalls shoveling coal. This image still brings about giggling fits. (My brother, by the way, also drives the choo choo.)