Sitting at Mom and Dad's today, I decided to thumb through old pictures and take a trip down memory lane. Then I felt compelled to scan these bazillion pictures and share with y'all my family's many Christmases. I hope you enjoy the several decade long Christmas card I made for y'all this year!!
|Back: Grandma K, Mom, Uncle David|
Front: Aunt Jane, cousin Lance, Grandpa K, Sis, Dad
|clockwise: Grandpa K, Sis, cousin Eric, me (I think-ha!)|
|Mom, Dad, me, and Sis (the cheesy smiling one)|
|Who is this guy?|
|Sis...she doesn't even notice Santa|
And did anyone else notice how bad that Santa was? I mean...just that he can't seem to put his right arm down. Forget all the crazy moms taking pictures of you and their children who won't be children forever and it might possibly be their last year to believe in Santa. No, don't worry about that, you terrible looking Santa. Just keep your right arm up.
|Sis..always in the middle|
|remember that pink gown|
Those were probably the only 2 dolls I was ever given as my parents wished I had been a boy (I'm pretty certain anyway). What I want you to see here is Sis's pink gown. Bonus points to the person who can find it later on in life's later pictures. And while we're at it, why don't we start counting how many bad haircuts the two of us had. (Note: Mom claims that I cut my own hair at this point in life. Bahumbug!)
|You can start the bad haircut counting...|
|WAIT....ISN'T THAT MY DOLL?!|
|"Hey, let's get dressed up and take Christmas pictures!"|
|Check out the patchwork!|
|Can you spot the heart?|
I will say that dinners at Granny and Pa's were always so fun. If you weren't laughing at Uncle Travis for his jokes, you were definitely laughing at him for the way he laughed at his own jokes. And kudos to him and my dad for sporting very bright jackets. And look at little Brad in the red 49ers jersey. We were super close as kiddos...we really were. He and his wife just moved back to Ozark where he got the head coaching job for the senior high boys' basketball team. Isn't it crazy to see where people come from?!
|learning the diva role from my sista!|
|We are so good looking. I know.|
|Did you notice?|
|someone found shorts. someone did not.|
|check out those presents!|
The cowtown boots...yes, typical present in our country home. And the can opener...maybe I'll have my dad write another guest post on that one. My poor mother got the can opener 9 dreaded years in a row.
|Grandma K and me|
|with Sis and Dust|
And I know you're completely checking out my awesome perm. Hey...I've been laughing at everyone else today. I guess it's time to laugh at myself now too. If you can't laugh at yourself, you have no right to laugh at anyone else. So I better pay my dues.
Yes, I had a perm at one point in my early high school career. And yes, I wore the mess out of my purple letter jacket.
|before the wedding|
|little Addi on her first Christmas|
|Brae and Addi as little tots|
|one of our last Christmases|
I wanted to spread a little Christmas cheer all the way from the Middle East! "Milad majid" means "Merry Christmas" in Arabic, as I can guess you assumed. And it sure was incredible to be so near the birth of our Savior this past summer. Joy to the world...the whole entire world! I hope your family has a blessed Christmas season! And I want to add that my nephew just got here 5 minutes ago and has already announced, "I'm taking my pants off!" Apples don't fall too far from the Christmas tree do they?