Snow angels

On our way back home from Missouri we made a pit stop in Indiana to visit with the folks. Thursday we hung out with Mamaw and Dadaw, and then Meemaw took off work Friday and we played with her and Uncle Chrissy. I brought my camera along but never could remember to take any pictures. It was a good thing, then, that shutterbug Chrissy got SLR-happy while the boys played in the snow on Friday. Isaac became a snowball-throwing machine.





And an Isaac funny: We rarely go to church, but we intend to go more now that the boys are old enough to sit still(er). In TiVo-ing Christmas things, I recorded a PBS special that had marionettes performing the nativity, and I thought it sparked much useful discussion. As we were driving out for the funeral we talked a bunch about Christmas. We reminded Isaac that Christmas is Jesus's birthday. Thereupon ensued a discussion of Jesus's mommy and daddy, and I retold the nativity story.

Isaac, ever the storyteller, says, "Now I have a story. It's called Baby Jesus's Mommy Goes Sledding."