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Breaking with Tradition

This year has been anything but traditional, including how we celebrate the birth of our Savior. Usually we are on our way to my parent's house right after we open presents. But today, we stayed home. We opened presents, we had a lovely breakfast, we played with all the new things, we made cookies, we are having a nice steak dinner (I am waiting for the potatoes to finish roasting). I am thankful for this Christmas Day with my family before we head overseas. Next week all sorts of craziness and chaos will be the norm, but for today, we have enjoyed the relative quiet of our little family of eight.

She wanted this specific kitchen. Never mind the pink model was A LOT cheaper.

He has wanted this for a long time! A metal detector.


The perfect seat to practice playing your new accordion.

Homemade cinnamon rolls that don't take forever. Made with biscuit dough.

His first "treasure" found with the metal detector! I always wonder what happens to all our spoons!


Merry Christmas from our family to you!






ok, so this is not from Christmas Eve, but he was not cooperating yesterday!

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  1. RebekahDecember 26, 2013 at 8:47 AM

    Lovely, Jenny! I'm so glad you had a peaceful and joy-filled day...and I'll be praying for your huge move coming very soon!

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  2. KarenDecember 26, 2013 at 11:10 PM

    Enjoy your calm before the storm! Germany will be a wonderful experience, once you get there!

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