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My In-Laws came to stay! It was awesome. I had been home alone for so long because Brett was studying for his boards exams and I thought I was going to lose my mind taking care of Milo all day and night for so long, and then Grandma and Grandpa came! I finally got a much needed break, and Milo got more attention than ever from the grandparents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo especially fell in love with his grandpa. He would push me aside and grab grandpas hand and lead him away to go play. Being tossed around = lots of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SnNLsmXerGflDsgpgnx2NPezgyjJZtLf1mEJGh6QDFY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TvDNq9rMlPg/TvpLV5kZ_BI/AAAAAAAAFNk/S7VSUdHkJmg/s800/DSC_0003.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did alot of shopping and watching Christmas movies. It was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dREPkVGMsB_t0QVynxq9zfezgyjJZtLf1mEJGh6QDFY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-GGoSazEQNrY/TvpLhv4ajsI/AAAAAAAAFN8/AMp-NyMo6oU/s800/DSC_0011.JPG" height="800" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_y_juVxLVCeAMIxpL7L3Z_ezgyjJZtLf1mEJGh6QDFY?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Lv6Z_tWmwQs/TvpLWzKchXI/AAAAAAAAFNs/anzrPaSjuys/s800/DSC_0008.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Christmas Eve we read from Luke about the birth of Christ, and sang the songs that go along with the verses (an Ord family tradition that I'm not letting go of!). I ask Brett afterwards to pretend like he was reading so I could document this moment, and this is what he did... yikes. my husband people... mine. we also watched some Christmas movies and played a couple games and then hit the hay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ckABwDsq9VUuRLs99qWGucbOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-lVopiDV06PY/TwRU0GuBGyI/AAAAAAAAFOc/dyRs8G_WKis/s800/DSC_0015.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning we slept in as long as possible and went to 10am church. We then got home, I got STRAIGHT into my p.j.'s (I was the only one! odd...) and had some delicious crepes and sausages for lunch (We usually have it for breakfast, but church got in the way of THAT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3tXForTCsrBKZgwRQVup-cbOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vc9TZspuosk/TwRU0WUJ0nI/AAAAAAAAFOg/M3yVgrZ6t28/s800/DSC_0020.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milo got spoiled this year. I thought that by getting all his shopping done early that it would be better, but I found myself buying extra small presents along the way and before I knew it, Milo had way too many presents. One of his favorites was the dinosaurs. and once he opened them, he didn't want to do anything else! I had to steal them away to get him to open other presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LNEtC0jbtNa5uFoHLDHVn8bOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MkKOdfwNVVY/TwRU3a6mtOI/AAAAAAAAFOs/rQFU-OHO5ww/s800/DSC_0023.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other hit was the fisher price basketball hoop. He loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JSpIZjUpN5jJu_e92F5vw8bOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yjRKpiZE570/TwRU8lV9_vI/AAAAAAAAFO0/0qCxKzLOZR8/s800/DSC_0034.JPG" height="800" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we played settlers of catan, and ended up wanting to kill each other by the end. oh what fun family time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yc-D16_GKazHTy7659PXoMbOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-X10AwqSS14s/TwRU9nym6LI/AAAAAAAAFO8/rn3ZTWB5qA4/s800/DSC_0051.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to the Kirtland visitors center and checked out the nativity displays they had up. It was really neat and fun to see all the different displays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4oVf-WPZLbI04onpFPpADsbOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-TuMXylfD5NI/TwRVCDOVw4I/AAAAAAAAFPE/4j17RNpJTl8/s800/DSC_0056.JPG" height="800" width="530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun the the in-laws here, and there visit was so short too! While they were here Chris, the handy man, did so much for us! He extended the dishwasher pipe so I don't have to drag it to the sink anymore, he fixed our screen, he fixed the headlight on our car, he replaced the lightbulbs in our house that were out, he also bought us a tool box and a bunch of tools, since we really didn't have much. haha, it was awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't snow once while they were here, the ground was bare, and it was actually pretty nice, then... the day they left it snowed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nEudysdLFzYXKlqaccb0NsbOj5shX31lL97KVE1uAn8?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-q8gX198HgQo/TwRVEkRmpgI/AAAAAAAAFPM/qVakY688BdI/s800/DSC_0062.JPG" height="530" width="800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7356858094959453602-8957730003683309532?l=fitzners.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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