Union Station Downtown Chicago.
Where we met grandma Montana!
And I found myself saying, "Now you'll smile, Nicholas?"
To which he replies: "It's grandma, mom. Of course I'm going to smile."
Well done, Nick.
And we ventured out not very much--it was cold.
We have seriously set some sort of long-term cold weather record as of January 6, and we're looking forward to 30 degrees tomorrow.
That was okay--the living room with a fire was just fine.
We did get all dressed up and went out for Christmas Eve service.
But we took our pictures indoors.
Where there were also stocking sack races.
And Ben photo bombing the air rifle gift for Nick.
I was a little nervous that our new neighbors were going to kick us out of the neighborhood when we got that. Then it turned out the boy across the street got one too. We're going to play Hatfields and McCoys some day if it is ever warm enough.
There was Mexican Train in the living room.
And there was relaxing in the living room.
And it was perfect.
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