Christmas.

We spent Colin's first Christmas as a (very small) family. On Christmas Eve, Colin got to open one present. He chose this one, from his Grandma Gini and Grandpa Dave. The reward for being smarter than the box? A divinely soft chenille snowman, which kept the 14" of snow we got company.


On Christmas morning, Colin took his first plane ride - to Las Vegas, to spend the rest of the holiday with my family. It was a really turbulent flight. On one side of Colin was me - holding my head, closing my eyes, and trying to imagine what it felt like not to be queasy. On the other side, a poor, poor woman whose imagination wasn't as good as mine, who was throwing-up in the appropriately-named bag that the airline gave her. But Colin loved the plane ride. As far as he was concerned, his dad gave him a 45-minute pony ride on his knee. Colin wants to fly more often.


While we were in Las Vegas, Colin hung-out with his Grandpa Steve, his JoJo, and he got to meet his Uncle David and cousin Ellie.