Parker's First Christmas

It's been a great holiday season, as Jaimie, Little Man and I travelled to Austin for Christmas with the Osburn side of the family. I must admit, no other baby on the planet travels as well as Parker. Whether or not this statistical anomaly holds up, it remains to be seen. But overall, this kid knows how to fly. Eat, sleep, laugh at the old lady sitting behind us, flirt with the stewardess, repeat. This is what it's like to fly with Little Man.

We arrived in Austin around midnight, with the three of us flying on a different airline than Gramma Osburn, who had spent the past few weeks with us in Pasadena. Papa and Aunt Lisa picked us up and we gathered our luggage as we waited for Gramma to land.

Another 1st since Parker has joined us: For the first time I had to pay $3.00 for one of those luggage carts to carry all the crap we brought with us.

We spent most of the holiday season visiting and playing with Little Man's cousins, aunts and uncles. With the relocation of Aunt Jody, Uncle Mark and Cousin Maddie, Sunday after church we made a road trip to San Antonio for an overnight visit. On the way, we stopped off in San Marcos to visit our friends, Jeremy and Ryan at their restaurant, Zookas. As quick as Sunday and Monday went by, it was great to see everyone.

Christmas was a blessing, a blast and a whirlwind all at the same time. Parker had a wonderful time watching mommy open his presents for him, trying to eat the wrapping paper and ribbons as they came within reach. Cousin Cole and Cousin Maddie both took turns showing Parker his gifts, playing with him and teaching him how to use some of his new toys. We spent the evening playing games, watching A Christmas Story for the 16th time and talking about our future trip to Snowbird in Salt Lake City. All in all a fun couple of days!

For all of you that received Mickey's Christmas letter, I apologize for his negative attitude towards having to write it. It's one of those family jobs that he just has to deal with, similar to taking out the trash or washing the car. Regardless, he has been feeling a little neglected as the holidays closed in on us. We had to leave him for a week and it was obvious that he wasn't happy once the suitcases came out. How fair is it that the "new kid" gets to go, while Mickey has to stay home and watch the house and the cat?

If you did not receive Mickey's letter, please let me know by adding a comment. If we know you, we'd be happy to send you one. If we don't know you, I feel a little creeped out right now. But Merry Christmas anyway :)