The week before Christmas, we loaded the rugrats into the car and headed north for Christmas. Because we're crazy like that. We weren't even over the Grapevine when Delaney asked if we were there yet. I'm afraid not, dear one.

But really, Delaney was in heaven. She watched movies, played on the Ipad, and ate copious amounts of fruit snacks all day long. It was almost as good as Disneyland. Except for the fact that SHE NEVER TOOK A NAP. Nope. We drove over 2,000 miles on our trip, and she never once napped.

And then there was this guy. He did nap somewhat, which helped with my sanity. I had a bit of time on my hands, so I finished making his sock monkey and gave it to him to chew on. I was going to wrap it up again for Christmas, but then I remembered that he was a baby and probably wouldn't care either way.

Things did get dicey a few times. Or maybe more than a few times. But then we got out the Slinky, and yay! Smiles!
We spent the night in Redding, thanks to the hospitality of the Lances. Not a whole lot of sleep happened, but I'm trying to focus on the positives here. Anyway, we finally made it to Jefferson and we met this little guy:

Jude and I really wanted to bring him back to California. You might recall that I'm a bit of sucker for barn kitties. But Steve, Mr. Party Pooper, said no.
The next day we got together with some of my very favorite people, the Kikers and the Cunninghams. Delaney was so happy to be playing with her "cousins" Jack, Sam, and Ayeresam. It was a little chaotic to say the least, but it was great fun.
Jude, Ayeresam, Sam, Jack, Delaney, and my dad's beer
We eventually put a movie on to curb the noise level. Also, we shot off fireworks. These things happen when you're in Oregon.

Delaney was all about the fireworks once she got on her ear muff thingy-s. Mary introduced her to the joy of sparklers.

Jude hung out with Grammie until they started shooting off the big, noisy fireworks. He was
not a happy camper.
The next day, I was able to spend time with more favorite friends. Christina, Brody, and our family had some good ol' fashion fun at Pietro's Pizza in Salem. I used to play arcade games here as a young gal, and it was fun to share that with Delaney (and Jude, I guess).
Christina, Delaney, Pirate Brody, Karen, & JudeDelaney also got to help out in the kitchen quite a bit on this trip. Grammie and Delaney made a very special cookie together that was my Grandma GG's specialty. The apricot horns were pretty time intensive, but the payoff was delicious.