My mom's friend Veronica made these cookies for the boys.
When Nik is old enough, we may need to explore the existential relevance of this photo.
I'll probably skip that conversation with Rhys.
Nik made his first Gingerbread house at the Christmas fair this year.
Throw him behind a keyboard and call him Rhys Charles.
Movie time at the Christmas cookie swap. There wasn't a Dad within 200 feet of this room.
We took the boys out to see the huge train display at the Maine Mall.
As you can tell the boys were enthralled and...
.......enthused!
We took the boys to Ruski's (a watering hole in Portland.....with zero high chairs)
Rhys is probably not the first Ruski's patron to eat his pancakes without utensils.
Takin' it easy on Christmas eve
Twas the night before Christmas....
Those are two very attentive Grandchildren flanking Peter.
Ready to tear into the loot!
Gil's annual Christmas morning move.
Best gift of the day was the dollhouse for Emma. Catherine was pretty jealous.
Blizzard romp!
Geared up and ready to hit the slopes.
Grace, Rhys and Nik took a New Year's sled ride.
Trudging into the New Year.
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