Finally. Family.

 I may have named other things, but really, truly, honestly, the best part of Christmas is hanging out with family. It took a long time for them to come, and they didn't make it until Christmas was actually over, AND we were missing some key players (the worst --but what can you do? --besides miss them a ton), but we had a nice big crazy crowd for New Years and the week before.

 I was still a little sick (yeah -- I passed THAT gift on) so I snowshoed a little instead of sledding.

 Poor Jeff gets cold earlier than anyone else (no bodyfat), so here he's pathetically trying to get us back to the car.

The sledding at Diamond Fork was gorgeous. I highly recommend it.

 We hit up Thanksgiving Point --mostly so Meesha and I could look at the stuff in the stores. 

 ..and thaw out in the atrium.

 But we did take the kids to Farm Country where they MILKED THIS COW. Can you believe it? That was a pretty neat experience. The teenage boys were too embarrassed to try. I wonder why?

 But most of the week was spent in a loud, happy tangle of cousins, aunts, and uncles.

 Sigh. It was wonderful.

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