We spent Christmas in Utah for the first time since I was pregnant with Simon. So it’s been a minute. Several of my siblings have gotten married and had kids, we’ve had more kids, my parents have remodeled parts of their house. A lot has changed.
And we tried to make the most of it. With a few kids that are out of diapers and game to try new things, we thought we’d go skiing. (It was my first time too.) It was a pretty great success (though two of our kids might tell you otherwise). It turns out that Oliver is a natural born ski bum and couldn’t get enough of the bunny hill. All the kids worked hard and didn’t complain a bit. They all said it was a lot of fun (though some changed their story later on).
We took family pictures in the freezing cold.
Baked up delicious spread of pies (salted honey, mincemeat, and cherry almond).
Saw the lights on Temple Square—despite the rain.
Got caught under the mistletoe.
And posed in front of the tree on Christmas morning.
Not pictured: We suffered through couple of illness, including the worst case of conjunctivitis I’ve ever seen; stayed up much too late chatting; watched some football; visited with friends;