Christmas Adam

(Heather and I have decided that the day AFTER Christmas will henceforth be known as Christmas Adam.)

On Christmas Adam, Matthew, Heather, Brad and I needed to kill some time until the rest of the Mehaffey family made it to Nashville. We woke up and enjoyed some cinnamon rolls, as is the Mehaffey tradition. (Although these were Pillsbury, which is NOT the Mehaffey tradition. We had Don's real home-made ones the next day on the Mehaffey Christmas Morning.)

After we were filled from the sugary goodness, we went ice skating. Everybody managed to fall, except for yours truly. Heather gracefully caught herself before she actually hit the ice, but Matthew managed to wipe out trying to show off his new twirling skills. Brad, however, had the funniest mishap when he successfully soared across the ice on his stomach. I wasn't able to actually witness the incident, but the soaking wetness covering the entire front of his body was enough to solidify the humor of his pain in my book.

This picture turned out really blurry, but we didn't want to ask the stranger to take another (better) picture. So we kept it.