Christmas, several months later
Posted: March 4, 2010 Filed under: Dangerous Book for Boys
Remember Christmas last year? Me too, and since I finally got the pictures off our camera I thought I’d share. Because it’s my blog and you should care about whatever I say.
We took the train out to my parents’ house in California. It was nice – we’d gone together once before, before the Bwun’s time. He absolutely loved the train. It left Utah around his bedtime on a Friday night and he had a lot of daylight hours on Saturday to walk me up and down the aisles. He also learned how to wave. The Bwun was a big hit with the other passengers.
The three of us had a lot of fun adventures in California visiting friends and family, but I didn’t bring the camera with me most of those times. Sorry.
Here are the pictures I do have.
Instead of a pine tree (real or fake), my mom does this fun minimalist bubble tree.
The Bwun's stocking: Ikea stuffed animals and a bouncy ball with a light inside. The Romgi and I kind of stole the ball from the Bwun. It's a pretty cool ball.
The Bwun's stocking: a dinosaur. It is a great dinosaur.
The rest of us opened presents while the Bwun was asleep, and once he got up it was tricky to convince him to open his presents. Too young, I guess.
This was before the Bwun got a haircut. He really needed one.
A piggy bank from Aunt Kendy! (Duckie bank?)
A wooden train from Ma & Pa!
A baby iPod from Grandma & Grandpa!
A dinosaur from Aunt Kendy (lower right), and a set of 3 Little Pigs houses and pigs - plus wolf - from Grandma & Grandpa!
The 3 pigs, plus a Bwun who finally woke up enough to enjoy life.
Train ride home. The Bwun had been wolfing down Wheat Thins.
Weather changes: Just outside Davis, CA...
In the Sierras.
The Romgi and I took shifts with the Bwun. Mine usually included being the Bwun's pillow.
Donner Lake. Brr!
I have no idea.
My boy on the train. I'm glad he had fun.
What did you do for Christmas?
And now, I have to go change a diaper. Lately the Bwun is trying to reduce the Romgi’s stress level by only pooping when the Romgi is gone and can’t change diapers. Unfair. Thoughtful, though, I suppose.