It snowed all day Christmas Eve. Chod shoveled the driveway...a couple times. The snow just kept coming. And as usual, he finished his Christmas shopping with the boys, while I finished the last of Santa's projects.
They built their own Frosty in the front yard. All of the rocks were covered, so they used a carrot for the snowman's eyes, buttons and nose.
We took a late night drive to the university to check on Chod's soil column and tried to find Santa's sleigh in the sky. The boys were sound asleep by the time we got home.
After Santa had come.
New Christmas jammies.
Lincoln had fun opening his presents.
Bentley deemed it "his worst Christmas ever" because Santa didn't bring him rocket boosters or a jet pack.
Gracie's first Christmas.
She was much more interested in Lincoln's car than she was her doll.
We made another stop to check on the soil column before heading out of town.
The boys were shepherds in the Wilkins nativity.
And Grandpa let Gracie take a nap. (Ever since she was a newborn she covered her face like this when she gets tired.)
Dalanie loves babies.
Not enough iPads for all of the grandkids.
Grandpa's favorite trick.
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