My First Christmas Continued...

Christmas was such a big deal, it deserves two posts.  Here are some more pictures:

Formula high.

Nice and cozy with Great Grandma.  They can be hard to find sometimes, but those super-duper comfortable positions are out there for the taking, it just takes a little bit of work.  I have to admit, though, it does help when there is a Great Grandma involved. 

Uncle Nate and Merry.  I've decided this family is a little dog crazy.

We visited my Aunt Becky, Uncle Nate and cousin Zack a couple days after Christmas.  You could say that this is the old gang of actors and actresses partying together after the success of our smash hit on Christmas morning.  At least it must have been a smash hit, because everyone that was in the audience came along for the ride as well. 

Hanging out with my cousin Zack.  He told me the funniest joke while we were sitting there.  I couldn't understand it since I don't understand english yet, but it was funny all the same.

This is at the Christmas party for Aunties Bookstore, where mommy works.  I'm pretty sure every person here held me that night, save 1 or 2.  It's hard not to feel loved when there is a new set of hands spread out towards you every 15 minutes.  Kenna, who is holding me in this picture, is really good at holding babies.  It is amazing - she was able to comfortably hold me with one arm while fending off would be baby-holders with the other.

I love hanging out with Mommy.  When I cry, she is there to comfort me, when I am hungry, she has a bottle ready, and when I... you know... she is there to change it.

I made these mugs for my family.  Everything is hand-painted, very high quality.  My parents helped a little, but the major work - the handprint - was all me.  

So, putting a handprint on a mug is no walk in the park.  It happens so unexpectedly, you're just sitting there minding your own business and suddenly you feel this thick goo all over your hand.  You look at your hand to see what is wrong only to find that your hand is now blue!  Seriously, your hand has just changed color!  Very dramatic for a 2 month old, and I promptly let my parents know it.

So, I am realizing whoever took these pictures has forgotten about the most important part.  Honestly, there really are  handprints on these mugs, I'm not making this stuff up.

Snowshoeing on Grandma and Grandpa Stewart's acreage.  Very cold and very beautiful! Isaiah did not accompany us on this trek, sub zero temperatures did not seem to be an ideal environment for a 2 and 1/2 month old.  Maybe at 3 months.

Another gorgeous scene.  It is moments like this that make me grateful I am not a fish.

We were accompanied by 5 wonderful dogs on our snowshoeing journey.  They all stayed pretty close to us, except for Skye, who was somewhere within a square mile of us.

Grandma and Grandpa Stewart bought these amazing felted mobiles that are very colorful, and being a connoisseur of bright colors myself, I was instantly taken by them. 

Ah, surrounded by family and by presents.  One of the coolest things I got was the silver sparkly thing I'm holding here, which came on top of one of my presents.  It's like a present on top of a present.

This is Daddy's cousin Jenny, who I met for the first time in Moses Lake on the way home from Seattle.  She is also a member of my extended "Aunt" family

Daddy's Aunt Jolyne.  We've hung out before, and obviously we have a great time.

This is one of Jenny's kids, Lynsey.  For being so young, she sure knows how to hold a baby, I couldn't stop smiling.