Next stop on my post-Christmas tour was seeing Great-Great Uncle Edwin, a visit that wouldn't be complete without lunch at the Beach Pub and a stop at his farm.
I love Christmas crackers and the trinkets and paper crowns inside, I just don't like the sound they make. Still, I volunteered to open everyone's Christmas cracker--with Uncle Heath's help.
In kindergarten, I've had no trouble with the ABC's and 123's. Standing still while in line has been a whole other story. Today I demonstrated how far I've come in that regard.
My second night in a row of watching Lexi perform as the Ghost of Christmas Past in the Mayberry Middle School production of "A Christmas Carol." I filled Lillian in on the plot details before the show. Spoiler: Scrooge breaks good.
The fact that I can easily fit inside this locker at Mayberry Middle School is an indicator that I'm a ways off from being old enough for middle school.
There aren't very many of Gino Salerno's sculptures left in Wichita, but this one is always ready to greet me on the walk from school to the Art Museum.