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Christmas Vacation Part One

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The day before we left Mike played Santa for Ellyn's school. He did such a great job and the kids were so cute. Ellyn recognized his voice but was a little put off with the beard and costume.


Mike and I spent our 16th anniversary keeping each other company on the twelve hour drive to Washington. We were supposed to leave Friday at noon and drive up to Mike's buddy's house. We stayed up until 1:30 the night before getting packed and then I got up at 5 so that Beth and I could fit in a final seven mile run before we left. Mike and I weren't worried about not having any sleep because we were only driving as far as Sacramento. Then... Dave texted- kids coming home from school sick- it ended up being strep. So Mike and I started our journey with three and a half hours sleep (Mike had been up with Ellyn all morning).

But, we made it to Washington and the party began. We ate our way through the holidays and loved doing it.

The Montage, a delicious Cajun restaurant. Kenn dared me to do a raw muscle shooter. It was supposed to happen before we were married. We ate alligator and frog legs too!


I love this picture of us.


Our Christmas Eve early morning First annual NOG RUN! This included both sides of our family. It was about 29 degrees, freezing, and also a blast! You really should see this picture close up. Mike's nog stache is awesome.
Everyone had to drink a full glass of Egg Nog before the run. Note Ellyn's boot in the shoe pic. She was cold and tired and waiting patiently in the van.


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