I don’t know how to explain the past three days any other way than that ~ Pure Relaxation. Pure Fun. Pure Love.
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The last time I was at my parent’s home on Christmas Day was four years ago, when I was still pregnant with Reagan. This was officially her first Christmas with Nana and Papa. She had such a good time, as did all of us.
One of my favorite traditions growing up was having a fondue dinner Christmas Eve. My mom would cut up all sorts of vegetables and meat, make cheese dipping sauce, tempura batter, and hot oil. We would sit around the table cooking our own meals, just how we wanted them, visiting, and enjoying each others’ company. I was so excited my mom agreed to have fondue this year (it’s pretty hard work getting it all set up, and can be dangerous — boiling oil and melted cheese — with little ones), and the girls LOVED it!
After dinner was cleaned up, we managed a few more Betts Family Traditions. The girls each got a plate of sugar cookies and a plate of icing “paints” with brushes. They each got to decorate their own cookies, then pick one to leave for Santa. They had a great time deciding which color to paint which shape, and which colors looked good mixed together. Then Reagan had the privelage of hanging the “magic key” that Santa uses to get into Nana and Papa’s house on the outside of the front door. All four girilies got to open one gift Christmas Eve, the traditional new pajamas, then it was off to bed and time for the elves to get to work.
We came home today, and the pass was horrible! I haven’t been on Cabbage when the roads were that bad in a long time, and it took us nearly 3 hours to get home.
So, now the T.O.D. (Tolar, Osmin, Davis) Family is home, and we are very thankful. We had a wonderful time at Nana and Papa’s house, but it is so nice to be home. Back in our own beds, back to our own routine, and back to being us.