Pre- snowpacalypse

Before Gav got an ear infection, before I got sick, before we lost power for 5 days (along with literally 300,000 others in the Seattle area and made national news), before we lost a bajillion branches from the trees, this was how it looked.

But of course now we're fine.

Old school

Even more monkies

Christmas

More Christmas

Thrilled at the prospect of wearing undies

Aunt B & uncle T got us a cool, clear drum as a gift. What to do with it? Wear it on your head, of course!

Watch him early on in the video (I missed this at first): he'll squeal loudly in happiness, then wince in pain; now realizing that making loud noises when your head is in an enclosed space isn't a good idea.

On the speaker-phone with Gamma, watch him as for "Gamma!"

Box = boat

Bu-bewwies

Snapshots

A now-common game

Noplace

There's no place like Poulsbo for the holidays, where red-suited people randomly walk up to you and make your stroller glow. We ate Tibetian food.

There's noplace like the Puget Sound ferry system for the holidays. The trip from Bainbridge Island to Seattle was picture-perfect.


Gavin says "Pace Needo!" (translated: space needle)

There's noplace like your kitchen for the holidays, where babies use play food processors to process play food...

... and where you gnaw on giant gingerbread men from the Poulsbo bakery...

...and you never finish eating them so your dad eats them for breakfast with coffee.

There's noplace like Seattle for the holidays, where your mom brings stickers to play with while you wait for sushi in Wallingford.


And where you gorge yourself with Molly Moon's ice cream. Flavors like Earl gray ice cream make this place continually deserving of the hype.


And there noplace like the church basement for the holidays, where 60 screaming children assemble gingerbread houses and suck the icing directly from the bag.




But we're still looking forward to seeing people we love in Ohio and Indiana : )