No matter how hard we try to make the holiday season last, it always just speeds on by, leaving us with fat bellies, yards of tangled Christmas lights, and a completely combustable tree.
I don't think I even took a photo at Thanksgiving, sadly. A couple days later I ran my one-and-only half-marathon of 2015 and then boarded a plane for Asia. I think that chunk of time away from the sights and sounds of the season in our home and our city put a tiny damper on my holiday spirit.
But it reignited the moment I got off the plane and walked back into our house. This was our first year of hosting Christmas dinner, something I've looked forward to my entire adult life (I am my mom's daughter, after all). We also hosted our niece Hazel for her first official sleepover, which was quite a highlight to our holidays.
Then we packed up the car, loaded the dog, and headed north to see the Lagreids in the winter wonderland of Spokane.
Can't seem to find the original on this...at our realtor's annual Christmas tree u-cut. I die every time I look at this.
I was not about to let another year pass without an extra-large tree. Success.
Getting festive.
No lights too close to the bottom. Thanks, pets.
Found this in the sea of photos...must have been a good day!
Spreading Christmas cheer at work...
Sara must have really prepped Audrey because this photo is perfection.
Annual Christmas Eve with the whole Klar crew.
Naturally blurry attempt at getting a shot of everyone in their Christmas cracker crowns.
Auds and Auggie in their Christmas jams.
Christmas morning run attire.
And then we got to host Hazel's first sleepover, which she asked to be a tradition.
Picking up the fixin's for s'mores.
Helping Uncle Taylor make a fire.
Indoor s'mores.
Her first!
Hazel's choice for breakfast...cold cereal?!
In love with the animals. I told her she could take the cat home with her.
On to Spokane for New Year's!
This is how they do New Year's Eve in Spokompton...partying it up in an extra-large garage.
Cheers to the best friends...and to another year of Bethell-Lagreid bonding.
Snowshoeing from their front door!
And what would a seven-hour drive home be without a pub crawl in the Columbia Gorge on the way?!
Happy 2016!
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