Obamacon Yourself!-A
Well. It's already mid-January. The new president is here, my flu is now one week long gone, and we've just been to Paradise and back. Paul's Grandma Ellen was an excellent hostess; coaxed us to have seconds/thirds, helped us bundle up when we went outside, made sure we didn't read in the dark or sit too close to the tv, and ensured that we enjoyed ourselves on Leftover Liquor Sunday. Too sweet.

 Friday night late we arrived back to a slightly snowy Portland, having chalked up a ski trip, a Farkle tournament, a day of flu, a sugar cookie fiesta (my own personal party), a stay in the Danny DeVito room, a yoga class, and a nice sandblasted hike.
I forgot to mention several screechy mid-night awakenings (people who can sleep with their kid in bed - or in the same room - are deaf, I tell you).
Oh - and NO line at the airline ticket counter! AND the baby slept on the plane on the way home. Hallelujah!!!
Here is a photo journal of our Colorado Christmas trip:
Tangrams
Yoga Class
Sing along
Hanging with Dad
Farkle Practice
Rockin' with Grandmother
More games
Tea
Uncle Luke's Downhill Ski Face
Tyleen's house
Peek-A-Boo!