Well, you've all heard the jokes about being subjected to
the home movies and photos of other families.
Consider yourself warned. This post
is primarily so my family members far away
can share in the Rowan traditions.
Hyer and Rowan overload
about to occur:
Pre-Christmas Belgian Waffles made by
Anne Marie and dad.
Call and his adorable girlfriend,
Each year, we rotate gathering for Christmas Eve
between the homes of my siblings. Steve and
Bev were our hosts this year. Their home is so
lovely, roomy, and comfortable to meet in.
Thanks, you guys.
No, this is not a ward party but it may resemble one.
And you can't see nearly all of us...they are
spread out throughout the house!
We had so many family members home this year!
I love how this video (unplanned) begins
and ends with Grandpa making the
rounds...visiting with each
and every one.
Rick and Deb's Lyndsay! SOO glad she was home this year!
The constitution only guarantees the American
people the right to pursue happiness.
You have to catch it yourself.
Cousins Anne Marie and Lyndsay
Isn't it heaven when family
can be friends?
What's up, Bre?
As mom used to say, "Never be bothered by something
you'd be splitting your sides over if it were
happening to Lucille Ball."
Carpe Diem, Craig!
Not all worries end up as water under the bridge
or over the dam. Some evaporate.
This is the center of the universe at this moment unless
you're looking in another direction, or are thinking
about something from a long time ago, in
which case it will wait quietly right
here until you return.
At each table setting, cute little 'poppers' were
placed. (See above.) Inside each popper
there was a tissue paper crown, and small toy of some sort.
Laura and Madison share a song.
(If you need an extra big smile today
of these girls singing...
just go here...scroll down to the
little girls singing, and you'll get it.)
Doug, Scott, and Ty
I tell my child, if I seem obsessed to always
know where you've been, it is because
my DNA will be found at the scene.
Doug playing Liebestraume, by Franz Liszt.
And, it didn't sound like chop sticks.
When's the last time you heard
someone in H.S. play
Liebestraume, by Franz Liszt?
You should hear him play.
My mother traditionally reads the Christmas Story
each Christmas Eve from Luke. This year, the
Great-Grandchildren sang the story,
in between her narration of the story.
Well, Matt and Molly's Emily is"just" a grandchild,
not a great-grandchild. But, we do not discriminate
against generations that overlap!
For unto us a child is born.
Just trying to help you make the transition from
missionary to ordinary citizen, Michael!
The cousins always exchange gifts, and
Grandma and Grandpa give their gifts to the
grandchildren and great grandchildren,
too. A favorite part of the evening.
In keeping with our Christmas Eve tradition of new
pajamas...here we are! S.F. Giants P.J.'s!!
Gotta love it!
Whitney received Gap J.'s instead. But....
...Christmas morning she felt like one of the family!
(These are the Giants Jammie pants. Fun, huh?)
I know. I know. I'm almost getting nauseated
myself. But...it was a long time coming, folks.
Call and Whitney
Ty and Chase
Oh my goodness. We nearly forgot! Christmas
morning was Ty's 16th birthday! Grandpa
took a photo of Ty playing soccer, and used
that image to create this very cool glass
piece of art of Ty kicking the ball!
Look at that cool base!
Christmas Morning! Brunch with the
Elder's, and my parents! What
could possibly be better?
And because I'm always singing "in holy" places
(as Linda Arakelian said...who took this photo),
I rarely have a photo of myself singing!
Thanks, Linda, for the fun photo and
the beautiful evening in your home.
(If, by chance you missed the really fun videos
of Ty discovering his Bagpipes on Christmas
morning, go here.)