Over the weekend, I got the wild hair that Henry and I should go to Grandma's and make cookies for christmas. I'm all about starting traditions with my son that involve food and family. What's more to love than that combination. I apparantly forgot that I had given birth to godzilla child, and from the time we arrived to the time we left, Henry was in rare bear-like form. It's really the whining and hitting that get me. Seriously, kid, your mother is NOT a punching bag!
I did manage to capture a few sweet moments Henry had with his grandma. He LOVES this woman to pieces!


