
This is me right after I got my face painted. I am supposed to be a reindeer.

This is my cousin Gwen and me eating our cookies at the cookie decorating station.
The day after the Mouse House was my daddy's birthday and my grandpa and grandma from Fort Wayne came to visit. We went to church and to lunch st the Japanese restruant. Then we came back home to have cake. It was really good cake.
Then I had a week of rest before the Christmas festivities started. It all started on the 23rd when we went to have lunch with my extended family in Cory. I got to play with my cousins and had some good food. Then I went to church for the Christmas Contata.
Then on Christmas Eve I went to lunch with my Grampy, Grammy, Aunt B, Aunt Kayla, Uncle Jared, Gwen, and my mommy and daddy. Then we went to Wal-Mart. I also got my first Christmas present (a Ford F150 Power Wheel). I had to wait to play with it because it had to charge. After we went home and I took a nap we went to my Great-grandparents for family Christmas. We ate dinner and opened presents. I got a lot of neat new toys. I also realyy enjoy opening presents (mine and other peoples). I opened more presents on Christmas morning at home, then I went to my Grampy and Grammy's house for brunch and presents. After that we went home for a few minutes and I took a nap to prepare for the final Terre Haute Christmas at my Great-aunt Linda's. I had dinner there and opened more presents. Boy, I guess my dad is right. I am a spoiled boy. Here are a few pictures of me Christmas Eve night and Christmas.



I know it is a long post, but there is one more thing to post. I also went to Fort Wayne for Christmas over the weekend and we got to tell everyone that I am going to be a big brother. I think they were surprised, but excited just like we are. I did get to eat a lot and open more presents in Fort Wayne as well and here are just a couple of pictures of what I got.


I think that is most everything. Next time I will post shorter and hopefully a little more often.

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