(Attn. architecture and design gurus: the great-grandparents live in a house that Frank Lloyd Wright designed for them. True story. If you look closely at the pictures, you can see some classic Wright angles and styles, especially in the furniture.)
(Get it? Wright angles? Bahaha.)
A very Swedish Christmas Eve dinner at OBaby’s Great Grandpa and Great Grandma’s house:
So dapper in a tie. Sorry, little ladies. Lad’s spoken for already.
DanO, helping to earn our keep at the kids’ table. (And well, he’s spoken for, too.)
(Yes we were at the kids’ table. Word is it’s because of OBaby, but I have my theories.)
Post-meal lethargy. So. Many. Swedish. Meatballs.
I call this one: Luckiest Woman Alive.
The O Family has a Christmas Eve tradition of lighting a candle at each spot while saying “Jesus said, “I am the light of the world.”” OBaby got to “participate” this year.
Another O Family Christmas Eve tradition: Great Grandpa reads the Christmas story.
And the women get teary eyed.
(OBaby would like you to know that he is “all done” taking pictures, now.)
And that he is positively terrified of “Santa”.
OBaby was given several pieces of outdoor clothing from my parents,
and naturally he wanted to wear them all simultaneously. Ah, toddlers.
Biggest hit of the day: A genuine Black & Decker tool kit from DanO and me.
The kid has been “drilling holes” in everything since.
Please ignore my bizarre facial expression, because other than that this is a precious picture.
OBaby’s other gift from Daddy and Mommy: A pint-sized chair that matches our couch.
When we are not drilling holes in it, we are climbing up into it with books.
I hope you had a beautiful Christmas celebration!