One of the many joys of getting married is that you inherit another family. Which means, of course, that you get to celebrate multiple Christmases - YAY! This weekend we kicked off Christmas by traveling to Houston to celebrate with my family. Other than taking a tumble down the stairs while holding Drew, it was a great trip. (Don't worry Drew was fine - I held onto him tightly. He somehow managed to sleep the entire ordeal. I escaped with just a bruised tailbone and a few more grey hairs!)
The boys did great in the car on the way there and back. We only stopped once on the way there and didn't stop at all on the way home. Not too shabby! Clayton and Drew got some wonderful gifts from my Mom, Dad, sister, and brother-in-law. More importantly, however, they got to spend some quality time with their grandparents, aunt, and uncle. Drew met Uncle Jeff for the first time and snuggled quite a bit with Aunt Becca. Clayton spent the majority of his weekend attached at the hip to his Gran. He asks us all the time to tell him "a story without a book." He likes to pick a character and then have us make up a story about that character. Wade and I tell him stories here and there, but we run out of ideas quickly. Not Gran, though. She must have told Clayton a hundred stories over the last two days. They alternated between stories and "riding to space" (aka sitting on my mom's hospital bed as she raised and lowered the mattress with her controls!). He was in hog heaven with all that attention!
Jeff, Becca, and the boys
Gran let Clayton "work out" using her hand weights
He was showing us his muscles - can't you just hear him, "Urgggghhh!!!"
Drew in his first set of Christmas pajamas - a Hendrickson tradition
Clayton waiting to tear into his stocking
Drew with his very first Christmas present ever! (It was a Curiosity Cube from Gran & Papa D.)
Clayton got a new tool box - he's been hammering away ever since.
Sleep in heavenly peace...
Sweet Clayton Story:
While we were eating our yummy traditional Christmas lunch on Saturday, somehow we got on the subject of Clayton going to college. He told me that he didn't want to move away to go to college. I said, "Trust me, Baby, by the time that you are 18, you are going to want to move out." A few minutes later, Clayton looked up at me with big crocodile tears in his eyes and a pouty bottom lip. He said, "Mommy, I don't want to move away from you!" The poor thing had sat there and thought about that until he was in tears. He's so sweet... (most of the time!).
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