. . . I am not home.
First, there was Christmas spent in California at my in-laws home. We had a great time. Erica Perl, author of Chicken Butt!, sent my boys a talking chicken. They loved it so much that they stole my camera to take many photos of it.
I also think we watched this show probably about twenty times:
After our Christmas vacation, we promptly set off for the funeral of my husband’s grandfather. And at the age of 92, he had lived a life that we all were proud of. My fondest memory of Grandpa is his marrying me and my husband. I will always remember how proud I was that he was able to do that for us.
My husband’s family is from Hawaii and the best part about attending the funeral was seeing Grandma, Aunties, Uncles, cousins, and new babies that we haven’t seen in years in addition to more time with Taylor’s parents and sisters. Because we don’t often get the chance to travel to Hawaii, we made the most of it and stayed for 11 days. We also ate out every meal. Mmmm . . . yummy.
The wonderful sunny break from our Utah winter weather made me want to never come home.
And people, I seriously have the cutest kids ever.
See what I’m talking about?
Sad to leave Hawaii and on our way to the airport, we realized that we left this at Grandma’s house and my oldest boy cried:
I think I have read a total of about 20 pages so far into January. But honestly? Who cares!
Now that I am back home to an empty fridge I have my sights on the grocery store to pick up Mexican food and snacks for tomorrow’s Bloggiesta. Can you believe it’s tomorrow? Must make up for all of my time offline and get this fiesta started!