We enjoyed a few days of relaxing and visiting with family.
Garrett and Granny made some cookies together. There was more flour on the floor than in the bowl. At one time, I caught him sneaking handfuls of brown sugar out of the bag into his mouth!
Daddy, Garrett, and Papa did some fishing, but mostly chased ducks with the boat. That was Garrett's favorite part! Every time he woke up from nap he said, "Boat."
Garrett also got an early Christmas present--a tractor with a trailer. That is right up his alley!
Three generations of Sapp men.
Susanne, Aunt Carolyn, and Uncle Wayne came bearing gifts and hugs for the kids.
Garrett had to bring home Daddy's nearly 30-year-old bear. He hugged and hugged it. Randy was happier about that than Garrett, I think!
In all, it was a great trip--oh, yeah, except for the flat tire in Ghetto-ville ATL at 10:00 at night on the way home. A little scary for me, as I sat there with one finger on the SEND button on my phone that I had already typed 911 into. God really protected us, though. We were able to stay in ATL at Granny and Papa's other house for the night and get a new tire the next morning.