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Instagram Holidays

I catch a ton of shots on my camera phone.  As crappy as it is, it's what's on hand and you can pretty much get a complete glimpse of my everyday with it.  So, here's what I collected over the holiday break.

Before we left, I had to get the car serviced-- something the hubs normally does.  While waiting for the car, I managed to get in some mommy alone time-- an entire meal of a breakfast panini and Starbucks.  I posted this on Facebook and one of my friends said, "You know you're a mom when you consider alone time waiting for the car to get serviced."  Truth.
 Remember those Christmas cards that almost never went out?  Thanks to my brother, Kris for designing them and placing the order, my sister for helping me pick them up, label them, and seal them. They went out the day before we left for Oregon.  I did get a few back.  At first I thought it was a fluke, but then I started to get messages from friends telling me they received them, but the address was incorrect.  One said, "By the grace of God it arrived with the wrong address."  Another said, "Not sure how it got to us, but it did."  God really was on my side.  He knew how desperate I was to get them out that even with the incorrect addresses, they still made it to their homes.  If you didn't get your card, I'm pretty sure I wrote the incorrect address on there.  My apologies.
 Road trip time!
 A certain Bug has gotten wind that to make Mommy and Daddy stop the car on the longest road trip in life is to cry, "I need to potty.  I mean, I need to poop!"   Unfortunately, she didn't realize we were stopping on the side of the road to use her portable potty.  She thought we would pull into a restaurant or something so she could run around.  Kid FAIL.  We're putting over on the road.  It turns out that this was the trick she pulled so she could avoid wanting to nap in the car.  Sneaky sneaky.
 Cousin time in Sacramento before heading to Oregon.
 CA-OR border.
 GPa and Buggy during breakfast.
 Getting ready to see Santa for the first time!
 Excited to tell Santa what she wants for Christmas.  "I want a mermaid.  I'm at GPa's house."
 Story time with Santa's helpers.
 Grandma and GPa's house. :)
 The most precious moment...ever.
 Woke up next to this sleeping beauty each day at Grandma's house.
 Love these two.
The margarita GPa made Mommy on Christmas Eve.  Turns out taking pictures while drinking this is almost impossible.
 Movies with Grandma and Daddy.
 Christmas morning.  Someone refused to pee when she woke up.  Waiting to open her presents.
 More movies.
 Errands with Grandma and Uncle Scott.
 Our lunch stop in Klamath Falls, OR on the way home.
 Napa with my family before heading back to LA.
 Lo sitting on Bug.
 The day before NYE, we stopped to see Mama at work!
 13 different fruit for a smooth new year.  (Don't ask.)
 When we got back from Oregon, our buddies, C, C2, and their parents came over to play!
See? There's so much that doesn't get captured with the real camera.  :)

God Bless,
Kat

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