I love that my family still sits on the stairs, youngest to oldest, awaiting our turn to head down into the living room to see what Santa left. This year Milo was youngest! Lucky little Mister.
Dave and I discovered that Christmas as a parent is a whole new thing. We have so many hopes and expectations for our little family, how we think things should be, how we want to celebrate, what traditions we hope to maintain and on and on. It was wonderful.
Papa Brubaker finally got his Christmas wish: A full set of sons with Ruger Rifles. They will be fun for the boys to go out target shooting together when they’re all here in Utah.
This is my little Mister’s signature move these days. The nose grab. Love him. Love that new binky. Yeah, he got it in his stocking.
