Wow, I can't believe it's all over - how is it that Christmas is always over WAY before I think it should be? Even as prepared as I felt after Thanksgiving, there were still so many Christmas things I wanted to do that didn't get done. I'm starting to wonder if I will always feel post-Christmas frustration, or if I will - some year - just be at peace with what we DID get done. Hmm, I smell a New Year's resolution in there somewhere . . .
Here they are, getting their first glimpse at the field. They were awestruck.
See Mark in the background? He was talking to some guy he happened to see from Rapid City. Can you stand it? From Rapid City. Out of 60,000 people at this game, he finds someone he knows from home. Unreal. My husband knows someone EVERYWHERE we go. It's almost irritating.
And here is Mr. Moneybags himself. That would be the owner of the Vikings. Zygi Wilf. We had seats right in front of his box. Wasn't particularly a happy guy by the end of the game. But it was fun to see him stomp around.
That said, we did have a fantastic Christmas, and continue to do so as we have retreated to my mom and dad's house in the hills this weekend. I love coming here to hide from our responsibilities . . . . thinking I might stay 'till Valentine's Day.
Backing up a bit, our trip to Minneapolis was mostly successful, with the exception of a missed jaunt out to Mark's brother's house due to the storm that dumped on central Minnesota while we were there. Had a quick visit to Mark's parents, then headed to Minneapolis where we took the kids to the Guthrie Theater to see "A Christmas Carol" - something I used to do with my family when I was young. Then to the St. Paul Hotel for my cousin's wedding - beautiful, of course - a Christmas wedding in St. Paul - very cool experience! THEN we closed out the weekend with a Vikings game.
So.
Much.
Fun.
Even though they lost.
Amazing - the boys got into it WAY more than we thought they would. There aren't words to explain how excited these kids were - bouncing off walls, quite literally. I was prepared to be running to the concession stand and bathrooms with them the entire game, but those kids did not move. Other than to jump up and down. They were in a zone, focused, totally fixated on the game. And totally cute.
Here they are, getting their first glimpse at the field. They were awestruck.
See Mark in the background? He was talking to some guy he happened to see from Rapid City. Can you stand it? From Rapid City. Out of 60,000 people at this game, he finds someone he knows from home. Unreal. My husband knows someone EVERYWHERE we go. It's almost irritating.
And here is Mr. Moneybags himself. That would be the owner of the Vikings. Zygi Wilf. We had seats right in front of his box. Wasn't particularly a happy guy by the end of the game. But it was fun to see him stomp around.
Here's my handsome babies on Christmas Eve. Mark did NOT like the hats, so we only had them on for pictures - didn't wear them to church. Scrooge.
Christmas Day, we headed up to my mom and dad's - our family has now grown big enough to have the "kids table." Which the kids thought was pretty cool.
Here's what we woke up to this morning - it forced us to cancel a shopping trip, but it was still beautiful.Jack and Noah are getting in some fun cousin time and we're loving RELAXING. Doing NOTHING. It's a great thing.