A Very Georgia Christmas

Last weekend we celebrated Christmas with Nanna and Pa at our house. On Friday evening, the boys put on their darling Christmas outfits from Nanna, and we enjoyed a fancy steak dinner for "Christmas Eve" in downtown Roswell.

On our "Christmas morning," Henry could not run fast enough to the tree. He sighted his name on his presents and wasted no time. John, still quite a long time away from being able to recognize his name, found his gifts through his sense of taste. They received trains, cars, a school bus, tractors, a helicopter, and trucks. Pa also built a wonderful train table, complete with Tidmouth Sheds and a train turntable. And it folds up for easy storage, which makes for one happy Mama.

For breakfast, we enjoyed our banana splits, a delicious tradition worth keeping. Henry was in heaven. He likes "brown" ice cream, chocolate chips, cherries, and lots of sprinkles. John had yogurt and oatmeal. A banana split for you next year, sweet boy. And of course, homemade doughnuts. Because you can't have a visit from Nanna without doughnuts.

The next day, Uncle Chris, Aunt Stacie, and George came over to play and have lunch. Nanna and Pa also had presents for the "big boys": marshmallow guns! A valiant battle ensued in our backyard, and all the weaponry was brought out for the occasion (snow scrapers and a plastic bat). I couldn't help but laugh every time I stepped on a mini marshmallow in my backyard this past week.