I don't know why, but Emmy always seemed to be the center of attention.
Christmas day. I love that guest rooms come equipped with fluffy white robes.
Christmas breakfast was a yummy strata with eggs and mushrooms and bready stuff.
Hilary and I got in a nice walk most days. Here is the view from Ann and Brody's neighborhood, looking over Chewelah.
Mike and Tanya came up from Spokane in the afternoon and we opened gifts and hung out. Christmas dinner was crab, which meant that the lone vegetarian got to hold Emmy for much of the meal while everyone else was occupied with cracking and jabbing those little forks around.
The music-note crowns are from the traditional British party crackers (noisemakers). Inside each one was a numbered whistle and music to some traditional Christmas songs. See two posts ago for a beautiful rendition of The First Noel.
More Emmy.
At lunchtime, we drank mochas and devoured the largest tray of nachos I have ever seen.
On what turned out to be our last run of the day, Goose and I accidentally exited the downhill area and ended up below the lodge on the cross-country trails. A shuttle had to be called to take us back up and we missed the last chair lift ride. It was still a great day of skiing. Ann and Brody sporting their new matching Emerson (College) sweatshirts.
We tried out another gift of Ann and Brody's: a wine tasting party kit.
On Thursday morning, we headed back to Spokane for brunch with grandma.
We visited the historic downtown Davenport Hotel which was displaying gingerbread "houses" that had been designed by local architects. Here's my attempt at an old-fashioned photo on the balcony overlooking the lobby.
Hanging out with Emerson:
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