You know how sometimes you go on vacation, and when you get back you are in need of a vacation more than ever? This was not one of those vacations. We had so much fun in Arizona, its always a blast when we hang out with the Jenkins!
Here is Lynlee Christmas morning. Not a happy camper..and not so photogenic at 6am.
Here are a few of Lynlee's presents:



I'm totally kidding. Those are not her presents. Did you really think we would get a one year old a keyboard for Christmas?

Sporting the tutu.

Lynlee was introduced to a whole new food group while in Arizona. They are called "lil' sticks." Essentially they are little miniature hot dogs that smell like nothing you should ever feed a child. She ate the entire jar, and hasn't looked back since.

Here is Jason wearing all of his Christmas gifts. Looking like the manly stud I married.

We also held a Christmas pageant, and here are the wise men.

And of course...the angels.

Here we are at the mall, Lynlee found this huge stuffed tiger that she ran right over to and gave big hugs and kisses.

This is a random ride we found at the mall, and we all took turns riding. It was hilarious.

At the end of the ride, Jason and I had the following conversation:
Sarah: So...did it make you as sick as you thought it would?
Jason: No, because I was guiding...
Sarah: Guiding. really. what exactly is guiding.
Jason: You know, what ice skaters do so that they don't get dizzy while they're spinning.
Sarah: I believe the word you are looking for is "spotting."
Jason: Yep that's the one.
Notice his head is looking straight at the camera. This is how he looks in every picture we took. Nice spotting Jason.

Ahh...how cute.

We also took a trip to the Mesa Temple, and looked at the Christmas lights.

This was Lynlee the whole night.

These were the best pictures we could get. Honest to goodness.

Just to finish off strong, here is Lynlee in Uncle Ben's shoes.
Love it.
There are a lot more photos to come....and just to give you a little teaser of what will be coming in my next post. Brooks Britt (the Man, the Myth, the Legend)....and the splits. Oh the imagery.