Tyler having a good time in the back of the cop car.
Luckily, we were able to get to San Diego in time for Patrick and Michelle's wedding reception.
I insisted on having a gingerbread house this year, since I've never made a real one before.
Tyler thought it was pretty cool.
We got our first big sticking snowstorm, and Tyler just about laughed his head off watching the snow fall outside. Later, when it stopped snowing, we took him outside, and he trudged little paths all over our yard.
Somehow or another, he lost his glove, and it stayed put.
Tonight, I was baking sugar cookies, and I kept noticing that there were fewer finished cookies than I had thought. I would look at the table and think, "Hmm, weren't there just three cookies right here?" I noticed Tyler doing victory laps around the coffee table in the living room, so I figured the disappearing cookies were probably related. I decided to watch:
While my back was turned to the oven, he had been sneaking cookies! I blame Uncle Gordy.
You can see he was quite pleased with himself. But I would be too if I was this cute!
Here's the carnage.
We had a great week with Grandma and Grandpa Hinckley, and all our Hinckley relatives. I brought in a little Eatough spirit into our Thanksgiving with some Little Smokies and Pineapple-Bacon Wraps.Tyler got his first hair cut:
Mckay and I had lunch with some friends from when we lived there:
Here's some more pictures, I can't help adding a ton!
On the way home, we stopped at Wilson's Arch, just at sunset, and it was gorgeous:
That should do it for awhile for blogging, we've got to recover!