There was no letter written to the kids the week of Dec. 22; I’d just seen Ellen’s brood and was about to see Reid here in North Carolina. But that doesn’t mean the photos came to a halt. In fact, just the opposite.
Reid hooks a heavyweight red … but the beast literally pulled him 20 yards – anchor and all – and broke off in some structure.
Our Saturday morning near Charleston was fabulous – sunny and pleasant. I hope Reid likes these environs half as much as his dad.
Nothing wrong with camping on a bar stool with Reid on a Friday night in Charleston.
Someone has to ride in the last row and virtually the last seat. Might as well be me.
Ellen and Emma get into serious mode to ice Christmas cookies.
Emma was in motion in the run up to Christmas, and she thinks Papa needs to be a little quicker on the trigger if I hope to get her photo.
You’ll hear more next week about Emma’s artistry with Christmas cookies – and all things icing.