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Christmas in Cali (part 2)

Christmas Eve party 2013 

Migdats (missing Matt who is serving in Argentina)

Sean and Shannon
  Candi, Ben and Joseph
The Christmas program. Every year this family does a little nativity  Christmas program. It's so fun.

So here are the Christmas Day pictures. We had a small and wonderful Christmas. My sister in law made everyone cute crocheted beanies. It was perfect. 

This is Owen and his cousin Issac and uncle Sean

Chris' parents got Owen a ball pit.. he LOVED it. We stopped getting him any toy other than a ball because he won't play with it. He is obsessed with any kind of ball. This is him opening it.. and yelling "BALL BALLL BALLLLL"

My nieces- Lexi and Aarilynn

Nephew Isaac

O saying "cheeeeessseeee"

Everyone in our beanies (and my nice "holy" pants)

Chris' family tradition for Christmas day is a family brunch with waffles and a strawberry/whip cream topping. Owen enjoyed it.
 Sean and Shannon left Christmas morning.

Later that afternoon we went over to the Migdats house for a dinner party. They had a "making bubbles" station set up. They found a mixture that made these bubbles 20 feet long! It was so awesome.

Tiffany helping Owen make bubbles

Grandma Ostlers' famous chocolate brownie truffle!
 Owen found this and wore it the rest of the night.

This vacation was just great! We met up with my family the day after Christmas and went to Knotts Berry Farm. Owen wasn't having it after a couple hours so Chris offered to take him home and let me play! It was so much fun. Marrying a big guy that doesn't fit into roller coaster seats very well worked out for me! :) 

Owen, Mimi and Papa

We also went to The Aquarium of the Pacific in Long Beach. I highly recommend going. So cool. And you can't tell that isn't the coolest stroller you've ever seen! It's a shark!

Owen was really unsure about this penguin..

 Then we flew home and this time around he slept! We had a wonderful time I so wish we could go back! I miss family and the weather already. Summer is coming right?!


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