Let there be lights

As is customary every Christmas season, we headed to Zoo Lights again this year with some friends and Aunt Chelsea. Chels is our official family photographer--one of her many talents. We rode the train first. Keith LOVED riding the train so we had to do it first.

Brown-eyed girl. Those enormous, dark-brown eyes almost always tip the scale in her favor. Unless her dad is involved, and then they tip the scale EVERY time.

 Monkeying around.

 Why is it that our kids spend more time playing on the statues of animals than enjoying the real animals at the Zoo?

 See? She's got her Dad right where she wants him. He's just eating it up.

 Cole and I were having a contest to see who could stick our tongues out the farthest. I think I won.

 This is for all you WVHS grads out there. Ram Power!
I'm such a nerd. I'm going to want to delete this picture in the morning.

 I wish I could remember the details of what Cole was talking about here, but something about Superheroes and some electricity gone-wrong in the magic gingerbread house. He gets so specific sometimes and I get lost in the details. It was intense. That's all I recall.

 And getting a little loopy on the way home.

Couldn't have done it without Aunt Chels!

We had as much fun as we could possibly have without sweet Keith. We missed him and we talked about him. We went to his grave on the way home since the cemetery is one exit from the Zoo (and the Children's Museum), which is partly why we choose that spot. He's near at least two of his favorite places. We took him two little Christmas trees: one decorated with candy canes and one decorated with green and red ornaments. Ally helped pick them out and Cole helped take them to Keith's spot. Even though it was cold and he was tired, Cole really wanted to help place the tree on Keith's grave. He is such a good brother. We're proud of him.

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I think I'm supposed to be catching up and I will, I think. But not tonight.