He was almost one year old, and his perfect, almond-shaped brown eyes cut right to my heart:
Like true desert-dwellers, we overdressed:
The snow diffused the sounds, and the lights:
And he (barely) tolerated the striped cap we made him wear. He ripped it off not long after this photo was snapped:
This year, we're staying home. Instead of a picturesque Midwest Christmas, we'll sit by the fire on my parent's back patio, eat tamales, menudo, salsa, flautas and leftover birthday cake, and enjoy the crisp night air. Someone will probably wear flip-flops to dinner, and my brother and I will strike a few ninja poses for the camera. We always do.
Thanks for being a part of my life and always leaving such encouraging and kind comments. I know most people are taking a blog break next week, but I'm hoping to keep my blogging momentum going (4 posts in this month so far! Must be a record for me) and power through the final chapter of Isaac's birth story.
Merry Christmas!
adorable pictures. hope your christmas was great. keep up the blogging!
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute boy. Seems like he isn't much older than mine. I hope you had a wonderful holiday; I prefer the kind without snow!
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