We left last Tuesday for Corpus, to stay with Jason's dad and brother and Button, of course. We braved a few stores; Academy, where we both stocked up on Under Armour and Half Price Books, where I stocked up on, well, too many books again. We also braved the mall the morning of Christmas Eve and it was surprisingly dead. Bath and Body Works was packed, but I made quick work of that store and we were off. We spent the remainder of the day lounging around and playing with Button. We went to see Jason's grandma and exchange gifts with her. She's such a sweet woman, with a true love of her family and the Lord. She's just a blessing to be near. We also took Button to see the Christmas lights around town. He wasn't disappointed at all. Any house with at least one strand of lights was "Awesome!"
We spent Christmas morning opening presents with Button, Dad-in-law and bro-in-law and had a lot of fun doing so. We're so blessed! Button was spoiled rotten, but being the only grandchild, what do we expect? We left Corpus for Jason's mom's ranch and arrived just in time for presents with her new fiance and his family. That was a lot of fun as well. (Although I was a bit chagrined to receive the Twilight Soundtrack at the same time my 13-year-old and 16-year-old sis-in-law's did, but what am I going to do? I love Twilight!) Christmas lunch was a feast with turkey, ham and all the fixin's. We got to kick back and watch the Spurs beat the Suns with a last-second three-pointer from Roger Mason. (YES!!)
Saturday was our day to head back to the Pine and I'm glad we went, but I'm glad we're home. Having happy families on both sides is such a joy and a blessing. I know that not everyone is as fortunate as we are. We've had our hard times with some, but those things pass. Family is forever...
I believe that this is pretty much the coolest robot ever. His torso spins around while he's looking for attackers. Awesome.

Button being, well, Button. He was showing me how strong he was after working out with "Uncle Jason".
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