Once, there was a poor little baby named Austin who was loved to death by his cousins.
"Save me, please!"
"A four year old? And you think this is a good idea?"
"How much manhandling can one baby take?! Save me, Mom!"
When we weren't mauling Austin it was off to the park for some sand angels:
Big girls don't need to be pushed on the swings.
Big girls push their grandpa on the swings instead:
Eventually we got around to doing Christmas-type things.
Like making gingerbread houses (actual gingerbread not used):
(please note Jon in the background, working on seminary lessons yet again)
Houses are for fools.
Just eat the materials and get it over with:
Catherine put herself down for a nap (in Grandpa's bed) but eventually woke up to join in:
1 comments:
Austin definitely won the popularity contest ;)
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