So the weekend prior to Christmas, we designated as "Christmas with Poppy & Nanny" and gave them an entire, uninterrupted weekend of quality time! As we arrived late Friday night, Jackson woke up from him car nap for a late-night hoorah, eager to play with Poppy & the tool bench. Around 11pm, we decided it was time for our little trooper to hit the hay.
Saturday morning, Linda treated me to a manicure & pedicure and we fit in a little shopping before the annual Isaac Family Christmas Party. Yes, this your typical Griswold-esque-extended family-at the church fellowship hall-type Christmas party and I regret not taking a group picture. We all had fun catching up with family & stuffing our faces, and Jackson got his paws on an icing coated cooking that was an absolute disaster.
Post-party, we headed up to Blowing Rock to spend the rest of the weekend at the mountain house. We celebrated Poppy's 59th birthday and did our Christmas gift-giving. Jackson enjoyed hanging out with his cousin Parker & the "big boys".
Jackson racked up big-time with lots of toys & a basketball goal! Even so, the jumbo box the goal came in was as big a hit as the goal itself (go figure).
We got several inches of snow while we were up there and Poppy & Jackson took a chilly hike around the property.
On our way back to Greenville, we stopped by Dad's office for the much anticipated picking up of Ben's 4-wheeler. It's been living in the basement of the office for a few years now due to lack of garage space/places to ride, but Ben's been eager to get it back. So we loaded that bad boy up in the truck, along with a slew of other miscellaneous tools & construction materials that Dad hooked Ben up -- solid wood door (workbench), scroll saw (for Ben's woodworking?), office chair (chair for workbench), 2 5-gallon buckets full of assorted nails, screws, wrenches, tools, etc.
While Ben was loading his "treasures", Jackson ran around the parking lot & played in the trailer to burn off some of his energy. After the truck was loaded down, we truly looked like we had raided a junk-yard.
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