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Merry Christmas's

It's amazing how heavy the nostalgia becomes when the oldest child leaves home. This week I stumbled upon our family history of Christmas cards.  Still looking for 2004 and 2006 (we missed 2002 and 2009). 



{2001}
Parker 10, Maddy 7 
Married a mere 6 months. When bedtime and Christmas were a piece of cake. 


{2003}
Parker 12, Maddy 9, Maxwell 1
  One of my favorite family pictures ever. 


{2005}
Parker 14, Maddy 11, Maxwell 3, Charlie 1
I like to call this our honest family picture.  Grumpy baby.  Fed up toddler.  Happy big kids.  And the crazy part- I had just found out that we were (unexpectedly) expecting another baby. 4 weeks pregnant. 


{2007}
Parker 16, Maddy 13, Maxwell 5, Charlie 3, Jack 1
 


{2008}
Parker 17, Maddy 14, Maxwell 6, Charlie 4, Jack 2


{2010}
Parker 19, Maddy 16, Maxwell 8, Charlie 6, Jack 4
The oldest on a mission, the youngest completely potty trained.  Middle aged parents, self sufficient kids.  Ever evolving life and family.  At the end of my trip down Christmas card memory lane, I am feeling very blessed, and incredibly grateful for the little family we have.  

Merry Christmas.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I might need you to fly to Seattle and potty train this kiddo Mandee!

What great photos...
Alifinale said…
I loved the trip down Christmas card lane. Make me want to do the same. Your family is darling as ever. Love you!
granny said…
I'm sad after reading this.
brooke said…
How fun to see all of your Christmas cards. They are each so cute. I'm sad that this was your worst Chrsistmas ever but i get it. Charlie's comment about getting new kids made me laugh out loud.

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