Macy's Pink Pig

Hi everyone!  I have been a terrible blogger and hate to keep y'all waiting.  It has been a busy few weeks with everything going on (Christmas shopping, my new job (more to come!), and catering with my mom).  I can't keep up with it all!

Art and I went to a mom's group event at the Pink Pig a week or so ago.  You ride this little train ride around in a tent and it tells you a story about Priscilla and her family story.  I really can't remember if it was Christmas or her growing up.  I was excited to watch him!  

Art in the car about to leave the railroad station.  It was SUPER pink in there.

He's looking at the sights.

After the ride...he still has the same look on his face. Ahhhh, my little engineer just taking it all in.

Here's the group I went with. I'll type babies' names so you can get an idea of what people are using now.

Mom's names are first. Front row L-R: Kate and Tom, Meg and Will, Me and Art

Back row L-R: Renee and Jace, Alix and Annabelle, Lisa and Blakely, Laura and Brooke, Marina and Layla

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

Brian is always bugging me that going to a big box store is not the way to obtain your Christmas tree.  Luckily, my Godparents own a Christmas Tree Farm in Peachtree City which is south of Atlanta.  It was tons of fun and we wished we could have had the other cousins there to join us. 

They had all sorts of fun activities including a pony ride.  Art got a lollipop from Santa so that made the ride exciting.

Then he dropped the lollipop.

Dad went to grab something so he didn't make it in the picture.

Then he made it for this one.

Papa Jim played hide and seek in the trees.  There were plenty to choose from.

An unsuspecting Arthur will soon be pounced on.

There was a hayride as well.  Art is watching it go by.

We found our tree!  It didn't look so large outside...(more to come on this one)

As usual, one guy does all the work while the others stand around and supervise.

The boys

Art is riding with GiGi

Ha, Santa in the driver's seat.

This is the usual face.

He was a little scared of Santa.  He must have known he was an imposter.

After the tree gathering, he was exhausted.  He slept the entire way home.