The beginning of December was mild. Mild enough that we decided to rake up Grandma and Grandpa's copious leaves. Sprout was the king of finding doggie mines out in the mess.
|I cannot get this child to leave his pants on.|
And this picture is just because I thought it was funny that he fell asleep with a whisk.
Mr. Mitchell came back to us and we went back home and got ready for Christmas. We wrapped presents and finished decorating and got our tree.
Sprout got to open a present early on Christmas Sunday so that he could wear his fancy duds from his Dad and Grammy.
It was finally Christmas Eve and we went to look at Christmas lights with delicious hot chocolate. We came home and opened Sprout's Christmas Eve present and then watched White Christmas. I think our movie choice blessed the Pocatello area as it finally started to snow right before we went to bed. We woke up to a wonderful white Christmas.
Christmas morning he slept until 8am (which is a normal wake-up time for him), and I wondered how many more years we'll be that lucky. I imagine in a year or two more we'll be woken up at 5am. Santa brought Sprout a shopping cart, and he got spoiled by grandparents and aunts and uncles.
And then I attempted to take this picture so there could be at least one picture of Mr. Mitchell and myself together. A flattering angle indeed.
The Christmas excitement wore our boy out. He hardly takes naps anymore, but he took a nap this day and had some downtime with Dad.
This last little treasure was the day after Christmas. He LOVED playing in the snow while it lasted. I had to include this video because of how hysterically Sprout laughed as he watched himself in it. Seriously. I should have taken a video of Sprout watching the video.