This is a lanky, timid puppy boy, but he did well.
Kirsten arrived on schedule from Florida after putting in an incredibly long driving day yesterday trying to avoid a snowstorm on the way home.
She even brought a Gingerbread House Kit and worked on it with the kids.
Easing the guy into the family activity level:
This is an overwhelming house, and he's very sweet.
She's getting so grown up these days, not a baby anymore:
This house is a tousled wreck, but that's okay. The cookies were delightful and it was all good.
I asked for real smiles, got fake. Then Kirsten arranged herself to tell a joke and forgot the punchline.
Real laughter, makes me laugh--can hear that ringing laughter:
Okay trying to get a picture of the guys sleeping over tonight.
Told Tim to hold still, my camera can't capture any movement in dim light, such as the light off a tablet.
Thanks, Tim.
I showed him what happens. He cooperated. My Sweetie, #28 is always cooperative.
He held very still beside the still, sleeping Payton.
And that brings us to 12:07 on a cold December night, inside a warm house full of kids and dogs of every age.
Love, MOM, aka GRANDMA, aka Val
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