Christmas Eve was full of memories, food, fun, excitement, tradition, and most importantly, family. We started our morning meeting up with the Clayton clan at Crackerbarell for breakfast. It was interesting to say the least. Our waitress had a huge crush on Jason. She was either talking to him, teasing him, trying to feed him, or asking ME questions about him. It was sooo awkward, but sooo funny all at the same time. & yes, she FED him!! She thought it was the funniest thing to put a napkin on him (she couldn't find a bib in the restaurant... seriously, she tried), and feed him his french toast. There was no getting out of this, I mean honestly, we didn't know what to do but go along with her and her craziness. Please notice the looks on his face. I was dying!!!
After our yummy breakfast, we hurried home to make cookies for Santa. Every year since Logan was just tiny, he has chosen to make oatmeal cookies for Santa. It's nontraditional, but we've made it a tradition at our house! Oatmeal cookies are my kids' favorite cookie.

The last day we had with Lenny, we woke up to find he had climbed up some decorations, taken the lid off, and was trying to take some candy out of the jar! The kids loved it!Off to Grantsville for the rest of the evening.














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