pictures of our evening at the Temple

Remember.... we have two people who are snapping pictures like crazy with their new cameras .... so here are some shots of us on our way to the Temple the day after Christmas.  It was my night to work at the Temple so dad and Scott came with me and did an endowment session with our Hastings family names.  It was wonderful !

             Oh, now you can see my new glasses
            and the nifty (that's right I said nifty) side designs  :)
            they have a sort of purple metallic look to them... I like them.

That's right... our old and worn out looking hands 

We're still in love and holding tight to each other.

I love this frozen manger scene as you walk into the Temple.  The figures just glisten and sparkle with frost in the night air... it looks just magical.

ok... these are just some mushy shots Scott took of dad and I... you may want to turn away.. :)

Oh yes... dad did not wear that blue plaid shirt to the Temple, we changed clothes downstairs so we could go and catch a late movie   

For our grandchildren: The magic of Christmas

Christmas day

Here are some more pictures of Christmas at our house
First of all... dad painted Scott and I each a picture ... which was a total surprise for both of us!

Here is Scott's warrior... check him out...

and here is my sweet little girl in a straw hat.. I love her

setting out our luminarias

Christmas eve dinner

caroling and driving around to see Christmas lights

it looks like a gingerbread house... huh

 both dad and Scott got cameras for Christmas 

Scott has wanted to grow a beard this winter with the goal to shave it on Christmas day.

Here is his last picture with his beard... 

ok.... with these new cameras being tested out... there have been pictures pictures and more pictures taken... poor Kodiak... he's wondering what the heck is going on...
here are some Christmas shots they've taken...

taking a Christmas afternoon snooze

 eating his Christmas candy... those sour strawberry straws... (uck)

                                                                                          

ok... we're done...
        it's time to call it a day.

Christmas at our house

This year it was so fun to have Scott home for Christmas and also to be able to talk with Erin on Skype from her mission in Chicago... those were the sweetest highlights from our Christmas day...
Merry Christmas !

Here's our girl...

It's Christmas time

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

down out street

We love, love, love to hear and watch the kids play across the street... they love that hill!

out our front window

our back yard... see the trampoline to the back right the snow is almost half way up already!

our nightly walk... burrrr ( I think we look the same every 

year cuz we have our same warm gear on) but this year check out that moon right behind us 

frozen kodiak after our walk one night..
waiting for a treat... see his light is still clicked on - on
his collar so he glows bright for cars to see his  chocolate
little tail hop skip and jumping through the snow  :)

Matt and Scott with our Christmas tree (I posted this in our Thanksgiving post because Matt and Emily were here with us then

Putting up Christmas lights Saturday afternoon

getting cozy by the fire

trying to get kodiak to sit on that freezing cold bench on the front porch... he kept readjusting around and around... poor guy 

just finished trimming the tree

scott nestled down to watch a movie

Our tree... see the stockings hung

for my kids.... maybe they will remember some of

their favorite Christmas decorations

although these are new this year 

(thank you Emily)

you will all remember these vintage santa's  :)

And this is the sweetest manger scene ever... made by dad when we lived at the U of U in
graduate school and didn't have 2 nickels to rub together.  He made us a manger from our
rag bag, some hangers and sticks, rubber bands and glue.  I treasure it because it was made with such great care and love by dad.

Little Red Buckets ... which dad is reading aloud to me and Scott each Sunday night