Jerry, carefully applying his undergrad work in icing art to the craft of constructing a gingerbread house. Me, cross country skiing. You can't really tell by the picture, but it was like a blizzard out that day.
Scooter, patiently waiting for one of the cats at my mom's house to come out and play with him. He shares a complex relationship with cats: He is simultaneously enchanted and frightened by them.
Jerry and I gearing up for our snowmobile ride. My stepdad is lurking in the background. He got to wear his fancy-pants snowmobile stuff while Jerry and I had to suit up in various cast-offs. Oh well, we were (relatively) warm enough.
Me, with my new pair of Brooks Adrenaline GTS 8's. Yeah, that yellow just looks speedy, doesn't it?
Jerry and I on Christmas Eve at his parents' house.
Jerry, Scooter, and I -- again, Christmas Eve, his parents basement at the beginning of the "marathon of gift opening." Seriously, this process is just as ridiculously long and tiring as an actual marathon. It takes us HOURS to open everything.