A "surprise" picnic lunch with Daddy one day when the boys were home from school...we had great weather so we were able to eat outdoors together.
This year's trip to the Christmas tree farm was a good day of fun. It's our longest-running family tradition yet.
I feel like this event is a "measuring stick" of sorts for me to see how the boys are growing. It's not so much the snowman that shows how tall they are as it is the memories of what it was like to bring them here year after year. Year one was when Nathan was a newborn. Year two, he was crawling. Year three, Mark was a newborn. Now they're both old enough to run through the farm with walkie-talkies and radio us to tell us where they've found the best tree. Somewhere along the line, we decided a meal at Cracker Barrel is part of this tradition, and we all look forward to that now.
Nathan wanted to help me make the sweet potato casserole for Thanksgiving this year. Taste-testing was part of the appeal. Mark also helped spread the topping on.
Mark at the Thanksgiving Breakfeast at school this year...he loved every minute, and every bite of food.
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He was the very first student to enter the gym that morning. The look on his face when he saw me watching him was priceless.
Our visit with Gram and Gramp was filled with much fun and many games. I lost count of how many times they played! It sure was good to have them here. We made a lot of wonderful memories this time.
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