So, there we were stuck at Grandmas (who didn't get run over by a reindeer but did hear the song sung to her for the first time by Tony)
I mentioned that we got out a lot, but so did others. My Aunt Jane was so stir crazy she was willing to shovel in her nightgown most days. Then a huge fight broke out between Tony and Jane when Tony stole the shovel and took over duties. She was not about to loose the one thing that got her out of the house each day. They fought, wrestled and eventually compromised. Tony got to shovel on the top of the hour, Jane on each 1/2.

Ok, none of that happened, but they did seem to duke it out a little to shovel.
I took a walk with mom one day. We waved to a passing truck on the country road. He being the typical nice farmer dude (and very good looking I might add) stopped his truck to see if we were stuck in the ditch. Although we appeared a little lost, we were also just trying to be friendly. Next time we'll act as if we are going somewhere.


We spent the rest of our days napping a lot, playing way too many hands of canasta (in which I highly recommend sitting next to those who don't know the game and throw you killer cards!) and eating a lot of turkey with a side of lefse.
Christmas eve I made my famous Caramel rolls that we baked fresh for Christmas morning. I also talked my mom and Ryan and Patrick into attending church with me. Benson church is always the same. Same candles, same hymns, same people sitting in "their" pews, and a dose of everything looking much smaller than you remember since you were small when you remember it.
We returned to a fabulous meal of turkey and all the fixings along with presents afterward.

Christmas morning brought us stockings from Santa, more presents and another day of naps and cards.

We didn't actually get out until Saturday, the day after Christmas in which we braved 35mph traffic for 4 hours with a toddler who didn't nap, but that is for part 3!





















