Christmas Eve

I am both happy and struggling with my son being here for Christmas. I felt so bad for GB’s struggles yesterday that I chose to put her back on Risperdal last night. I will continue it through tomorrow night so at least she will be able to enjoy Christmas. The difference between yesterday without Risperdal and today with it was dramatic.

Today they finished their shopping, went to the park, decorated the tree, and went to the beach. K and Danae tried to save the Beta fish that had been feed Froot Loops. Garrett and Hope tried to feed the koi before the ice melted. After dinner we chose to skip Christmas Eve Service. Instead, my BIL read the Christmas verses from Matthew and Luke to the family. We talked about how historical data suggests Joseph was a stone mason, not a carpenter. It held most of the younger ones attention. The little ones are now asleep, while the teens have a ping pong tournament going on. Since everybody is done wrapping, snacks and Fried Green Tomatoes are on the agenda.

GB cleans up her beach treasures.

Hope shows her off.

My handsome grandson, X

The Dad helps.

X likes little bits of paper almost as much as GB

K and Danae try to save a Beta fish who was fed Froot Loops

Hope and Danae getting in the spirit

Elly, Hope and GB

X can’t wait

The crew is ready for ornaments.

Danae always takes care.

Speechless BIL (my favorite pose)

Our 2010 Tree

Hope likes breakfast

Garrett and Hope try to feed koi- it would be easier if they waited for the ice to melt.

Waddles, Josiah, and my sister, Lynn

Merry Christmas from our family to yours!

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