My dad's side of the family has a traditional Christmas Eve party that has been going since I was born. A few parts of the tradition have evolved over the years, but it is one of the things I always missed the most when we lived far away and couldn't drop everything and fly us all back.
|The newest generation (minus my three big kids who participate in the adult gift exchange game) The little kids do a Secret Santa type drawing and get a gift for one other cousin.|
|All the kids, my sister's kids are the only ones who couldn't make it this year.|
|Brian's mom drove down to go to this party with us and spend some time with all of us.|
Turns out it was dislocated, and both the tibia and the fibula were broken. She was hospitalized through Christmas and they put a plate and screws in on the day after Christmas. She wasn't released, in fact, until the afternoon of the 28th. I ended up taking the kids home on the 27th and Brian brought her to our house in San Antonio the next day in her car. She is non weight bearing for six weeks.