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Merry Christmas!

Our post will be brief, Emmet has hoof and mouth disease. He looks like Woogie. Love blisters.

We forgot to post pictures of our Christmas tree. We bought a $5 pass from the Forest Service and headed out on our skis to find the perfect tree.






Our 'rescue' tree:

Look closely at this one...

Moments before the hoof and mouth diagnosis:

Still doing well enough to jot a note to Santa. I believe it said, Dear Santa, Please put money in my 529 so I can go to college.

A path of destruction follows Hurricane Emmett wherever he goes:

Christmas Eve we let Trader Joe do the cooking. Kyle baked bread, but besides that it was tapas from Joes. There was salami, capocollo (gabba-gool), prosciutto, salami, pepperoni, bacon cheddar, shrimp lobster bites, spanakopita, smoked salmon, and pork shumai. Yum...

We let Em open one present on Christmas Eve. It was a tunnel. What fun!

Christmas morning we put a brisket in the oven at 9:20 am. We cooked it on low temperatures until 8 pm.
Before:

After:

Chef Em must always help when there is activity in the kitchen:

The Christmas Yule Log:

What Christmas Day looked like. All day (starting at 4 am).

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Pop and Em read Hop on Pop on the kitchen floor:

Em's snowman needs a nose.





Emmett and his lady friend Meera getting ready for their performance at the Growing Tree Holiday Singalong:

Skiing at Mt. Bachelor:


Peruvian plates at Hola! Tamales de puerco:

Lomo saltado:

Lenguado al chorrillo bay style:

Pop giving Emmett some advice:

Snow:

Pop and Em at Atlas Cider:


Team plaid at Barrio:

Tubby time, Em!

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Em, where's your belly?

Where's your belly button?

Wipe your mouth, Em.


OK, I'm ready. Let's go skiing.

On the trails at Virginia Meissner:

Skiing was fun, but the sliding afterward was the best.




After sliding and a nap, Em once again got dressed up in his goin'-out clothes for a Christmas party.

Special Christmas party guest: Santa!

Milk and cookies with the kids:

Story time:

No, Em. It's Santa. Santa, not Satan.

Saturday-Night-Fever Emmett:

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It started out like any other week. There was roughhousing

and tickling


but then on Friday there was a big surprise! Uncle Chris came all the way from RI for Mom's 40th birthday! He is so much fun! Hopefully he will take me home with him.


Dad made mom a fancy birthday breakfast of pumpkin waffles.

I really liked them.

We had to go work off all the calories from breakfast so we went skiing. Apparently Mom and Dad always hurt Uncle Chris with 'fun' activities when he visits. Don't ask him about the mountain bike ride in Corvallis...


After skiing we took mom out for dinner and beer at Crux. I put on my goin'-out clothes:


Apple-wood smoked bacon and chicken panini, roast garlic puree, sun-dried tomatoes, shaved parmesan, and pale ale caesar dressing.

Asiago crusted panini, shaved parmesan, havarti, goat cheese, applewood smoked bacon, and spicy pickles.

Let's just say this wasn't my first beer.

So, when we got home, things started to get out of control. The fancy shirt had to come off and I had to let it all hang out!





Eventually, the pants had to go too:

Birthday cheesecake - gingersnap crust.

Sunday was another day on the trails. Fresh powder!