

We caught a play. A Christmas Carol.
I didn't expect to make it through the ghost of Christmas past let alone the ghost of Christmas to come.
Thankfully it was very family friendly.
Katie did spend half the play with her head buried in my shoulder.

A shooting gallery.
My girls wouldn't get near the gun.
Ironic.
So I got to use their turns.
Our friends were more adventurous and did a great job.

A cowboy walks over to our girls and asks for a volunteer.
I was hoping our friendly friends would oblige.
E refused to help him "catch a bullet."
K was game. She walked right over and stood in her spot.
I don't think they realized she was 2 years old a week prior.
Not much practice catching bullets.


Here comes the bad guy looking for a bullet catching blacksmith.


Katie did just what she was told.
She caught that bullet so fast.
We all heard it drop in the pail.


We stopped by the old time school house.
Fitting since the mothers of these girls became friends teaching at the same school.

Love these girls.








































