Baby M is eight weeks old now. He was admiring our Christmas tree this morning. I love the wonder in our baby's eyes.
I've found the recipe for being happy whether full or hungry, hands full or hands empty. Whatever I have, wherever I am, I can make it through anything in the One who makes me who I am. Philippians 4:12-13
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas from our very own baby Santa Claus!
N loved helping to set up the nativity at Nanny and PopPop's house.
Auntie M and Auntie K on Christmas morning...lovely as always!


Baby M is eight weeks old now. He was admiring our Christmas tree this morning. I love the wonder in our baby's eyes.
We take a slow approach to the end of Christmas around here, so the tree is still up, and I'm still listening to Handel's Messiah. As Nanny says, Christmas is never really over!
Baby M is eight weeks old now. He was admiring our Christmas tree this morning. I love the wonder in our baby's eyes.
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