After my suspenseful escape from the Oklahoma City blizzard, I arrived in Nashville at the same time as Matt and an hour after his grandfather flew in from Cleveland. Matt's dad picked us up and we headed out to Murray, "yingling all the vay."
The brothers were all together.
Adam, carving the bird

John Eric, singing some sweet tunes

Matt, entertaining our favorite Christmas baby

There he is!
Baby Connor!
Our little Christmas elf.

He gets a lot of attention in this post.
I hope you're ok with that.
(I'm sure you are.)
Santa brought Connor a piano. It was a big hit.
Hi Grandpa. Murray Christmas.
Connor gave his grandparents a blanket with his sweet face on it.
Grandpa and Napoleon, who has given up his place as only child.
Somebody did well this Christmas!
I had some Christmas surprises as well. First, I got this.

Surprise!
Boy, was I ever.
Then, when I opened it and checked my email, there was this picture of our tree back in New York:
A bike of my own!
And guess what, it was Connor's birthday on the 23rd! He's a year old. So we had a party.