Ahhhh, the Holidays...

Well, I must say, I'm relatively excited about traveling for the holidays.  Mom and Dad tell me we are traveling to Omaha, Nebraska for a few days to spend Christmas with my family there.  Apparently, I've got a bunch of aunts, uncles, cousin's, gma's and gpa's there that I haven't met.  That should be a pretty cool trip if I can make it through the drive up there with my parents and grammy and grandpa in the car for 7 hours.  I know I'm excited about seeing Great Grandma and Grandpa Crellin as I've heard a lot about them.  And it's always good to see grandma Sue and Aunt Katie, I haven't seen them since I was born.   We're also supposed to be going to Oklahoma for the holidays.  Wednesday night should be a doozy with 500 people heading to Aunt Chelle's thursday night.  We are bringing SEVEN dozen tamales...what family eats seven dozen tamales??  I also can't wait for Christmas morning...mom and dad have been talking it up and it sounds like it should be a memorable experience with the rest of the family.   

Yesterday was a milestone.  Not only was it my 3 month birthday, but I also figured out how to roll over from my belly to my back.  Dad and mom made a big deal of it and  they even got it on camera, so check out the videos I've added to the bottom of this post.  I'm also slowly figuring out how to use my hands.  I about made mommy cry yesterday because I had lost my pacifier and was desperately trying to put it back in with my hands, I don't quite have the dexterity for that yet.  I'm getting much better with my head control and before to long I'll be able to sit by myself in my bumbo.

Most everyone reading this should be getting our family Christmas card in the mail soon.  You better enjoy them because it was fuh-reezing during those pics.  They had me laying on a dead tree and and on a pile of dead leaves with bugs crawling around everywhere for 'em.  It was a little creepy but we made it through it.  I think they turned out pretty well so it looks like we all won.

So I'm going bald.  Apparently I get that from my dad who didn't have hair til he was like 4 years old.  Outside of my white trash rat tail and peach fuzz on the top of my head, about the only hair I have left is at the top of my buttcrack....hopefully thats not a sign of the future as I'm pretty sure chics don't really dig that.

Well, I probably won't be back to blogging until after the holidays to until then, Merry Christmas and God Bless.