Christmas morning

I felt really magical about our first Christmas in the new house. It was joyous, and Rhona ate it up. This is probably the last year this will ever happen, but she never wanted to open the next gift because she was so busy playing with whatever was in her hand. 

Ready for adventure

Move over Indiana Jones. We're going on an adventure. 

Santa Train

Thank you Dad and Mom for splurging on a trip to see Santa in his old fashion train. (Santa prefers it to the mall I'll have you know.) We had a blast. 

Marmalade

As a kid I took marmalade to school for teacher gifts in December. It was important not to tip the box lest the paraffin wax cover would come loose in the jars and the jam would spill out. I've participated in a great deal of slicing oranges for marmalade, but until this year had never made my own batch. My grandmother Aunie tweaked her mother's recipe, my mom has tweaked that, and this year I've added my signature: canning. No more paraffin lids!

One, two, three... smile!

Linton has taught Rhona to smile on the count of three. They practice it a lot in the mirror, which is hilarious to watch. Now I'm getting really good selfies with my daughter. Thank you, Linton!