Baking cookies with Nana and Papa.
And eating the finished product.
(I'm at home wrapping a few last minute gifts, showering etc. Who knows where Jay is. Probably on another one of his two hour bike rides!)
Our annual trip to Dorothy B. Oven park to look at the lights and run the kids around till they're tired.
The train conductor is pouting for some reason that I can't recall. I think it's because we wouldn't let him in the front until the Daddy of the little girl in front of him took her picture as the train conductress. In other words, he was mad because we made him wait his turn.
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