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All Aboard The Choo Choo Train

We all headed "home" for Christmas last week. Riding the train at the park during Christmas is always a fun family outing for us. This year we were so glad it was not as cold as it has been in years past. It was cold enough for it to be festive and that was great. We really are a handsome group. Mama always loves having all of us together at Christmas.

Henry loves a choo choo. He had been looking forward to the train all week. He was so excited!

Riding the train with family and friends makes Christmas in the Fort so much fun.

Anna rode with me. I am so blessed to have a beautiful niece who loves me like crazy.

Henry soaked up all the lights with his Daddy. He smiled the whole way around the park.

Going "home" for Christmas is extra special because of the times spent with my best friend and her family. She has the cutest boys...even Sam looks pretty swank with his Christmas beard. (My man grew a Christmas beard also...not sure what all that is about) We were so glad they rode the train with us again this year. We got to go eat at George's and see all sorts of folk after the train ride. Julie also ate at George's with her bff at the same time. It was extra good times, for sure! Anna and Marmie went to McDonald's instead. Anna has Marmie wrapped around her finger.

After the train and George's we went to have a sleepover with Melissa and her boys. Henry loves all these boys...and so do we! We had a fun time visiting with Melissa and Sam and watching the boys run through their house. Melissa is such a fine hostess, just like her mother.

Luke and Henry are 5 months apart and so super cute in their footed pajamas. I can't wait to see these two grow up alongside one another. What a blessing it is to have God give us these sweet children. Christmas is so much brighter with all these little people!

Abby

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McDonalds over Georges?!? I can't even begin to understand that.

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