So we were a little ambitious with all the plans described in my earlier post, "Home is Where the Heart is", and we didn't factor in time eater-uppers like lost luggage and extreme temperatures....but all in all, Christmas was a sweet time. And at least we were mostly all together...except for Ashely's husband, Nick, who is in his second year of residency and could not get away. However in his honor, Ashley made a little foil Nick to represent him. (Isn't it sweet? She's holding his little foil hand!)
So the best thing about Christmas was just being together. And the second best thing was that Titus gave us our grandparent names. I am now "Nana". Duane is now "Baba". Titus can't say his "P's", so we were thinking he meant "Papa." But when Kari corrected him, "You mean Papa." Titus said, "NO. Baba."
We have since discovered that Baba is "a very old African grandfather." Interesting.
Here are some other favorite pictures from our sweet Tennessee Christmas.
Besides a Christmas Eve Service with Tammy Wynette and her son singing, "Christmas Shoes", and thin, scratchy towels...everything was simply wonderful. I missed Christmas in Houston, but i wouldn't mind doing this again!
3 comments:
Baba is also the Turkish word for father. I love that he is using that!
And all this time we just thought Titus speech was a bit slow...only to discover he is actually tri-lingual!!! (He also holds up two fingers and says, "dos", when you ask him how old he is!)
Becky, you can contact me on my "junk email" address...then I'll give you my real one
mvsmckinley@juno.com
blessings, verg.
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