Some ways that we nursed our turkey hangover over the holiday weekend…
We ate lunch at Huey's with Spiffer and Granddaddy, complete with toothpick shooting lessons from the former principal.
We put up a little Christmas tree in HG’s room, and as expected, she decorated it all herself.
While Uncle Rod, Aunt Sharon, and Mere Mere were still in town, we ate dinner at Hollywood Cafe in Tunica. And yes, my child is wearing her ballet shoes. I choose to pick my battles.
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
{On this same stage in Sept 2009 for Mommy’s birthday}
{And in utero behind the bar, just about 2 weeks before she was born in May 2009}
We put up our Christmas tree…and stayed in our pajamas for the ENTIRE DAY.
HG painted this ornament in 2010.
I have to say that there are large number of ornaments hung on the bottom limbs of the tree toward the back…each placed there with purpose and love. :)
HG’s handprints from the summers of 2009 (little pink round one), 2010 (bigger pink round one), and 2011 (green hand shaped one).
She sat back there for hours, playing with her Nutcracker and ballerina ornaments. Note that she’s still wearing her ballet shoes.
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