Christmas means…Flame Trees! Affectionately known as ‘Christmas Trees’ because they come into bloom around Christmas time.
Christmas means….pineapple season! Truckloads of them, piles of them for sale all over the city. This one cost about $1.25.
Christmas morning
This kid is literally obsessed with balls. We’ve considered putting him in 12 Step Program. Unfortunately his grandparents are feeding his addiction.
Stickers!
The maracas came in at a close second to the balls.
Christmas afternoon/evening. We had a great day with friends!
Grace pulling Ingrid and Josiah, thanks to Daddy’s ingenuity.
We had a great Christmas! Even though my stove ran out of gas a half hour before serving time, and I spent an hour driving around trying to find an open place to buy more [stove gas in sold in large canisters, like for a BBQ in the States], but didn’t find any, the only things we were lacking were the rice and half of the rolls. But we had plenty of food anyway. Gil had been sick all week but thankfully felt much better on Christmas Day! We had wonderful fellowship with friends.
Yesterday we wanted to go to the pool, but the hotel raised the prices for the holidays so much that we went next door to the beach instead. Much sandier, but much cheaper.
Grace said, “Look, we are snowmen!”
Oh, and since we always receive Christmas cards all through January….let the merriment continue!
Mommy is doing a lot of really silly things at this moment.
I love this picture. She really isn’t hurting him. He just did not want to be there.
Little Miss Photogenic
Youth Group Christmas Party.
Divin’
Flippin’ with Daddy
Don’t you wish you had a Daddy like this?
Exuberant Cheerleaders
Flying barrettes
Grace is a great big sister. When Josiah cries, she says, “Don’t cry, Sweetie. I’m right here!” And then she says, “I’ll get you a spoon!” For some reason, she’s convinced that will make him stop crying. And sometimes it actually works.
Our lil’ guy.
The shirt says it all! (Thanks, Mom!)
Making a variety of noises with finger and mouth is one of his favorite things to do…this must be a boy thing? Preparing for all those car and truck and helicopter noises.
Clapping
Cutie!
Double cuties.
“This is my brother Messiah!” she proudly tells everyone. The other day I was letting her watch part of the Jesus film for children. “Mommy, they are talking about Messiah!” she told me excitedly while pointing to her brother.