Grandma and Grandpa Grage flew from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Grand Rapids, Michigan to spend the week with us. Here’s Kayla with Great Grandma Grage.

Aaron, Jen, Kayla, Madeline & Savannah
Grandma and Grandpa Grage flew from Minneapolis, Minnesota to Grand Rapids, Michigan to spend the week with us. Here’s Kayla with Great Grandma Grage.

On Christmas Day Aaron, the older girls and I bundled up and headed out in the three feet of snow. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much snow in my life! Here’s Madeline standing by the mailboxes at the vacation home we rented.

And the four of us with Lake Michigan in the background …

Here’s Savannah with the twins, Ender (left) and Grey (middle). The smile on her face gives you a glimpse of her personality. Though our girls have differences, they really are quite similar–extremely happy and full of spunk!

When I Aaron and I used to drive to work together, we would often see wild turkeys near the expressway. I loved seeing them; for some reason they just made me smile. Well, this past week while we were on vacation, we made a new friend. Though we joked about having him for Christmas dinner, instead we watched this turkey several times throughout the week. You can tell how fond I am of turkeys because I labeled this post under “Family and Friends.”



This year we once again traveled to the Outback Lodge in Stanwood for a horse drawn sleigh ride. Besides having frozen toes, we all had a wonderful morning! And this time Aaron even came along!



I’ve been cooking for over eight years, and never before had I had twin yolks in an egg. Until December. Then it happened twice.


We had a beautiful snow here today. And it was the type of snow that was perfect for packing! Not wanting to miss an opportunity, we bundled up to head into the winter—I mean, autumn—wonderland. 30 minutes later, we were ready.
It’s a lot of work to get the girls outside in the winter, but it was so worth it! We weren’t the least bit cold, and the snow kept falling on us as we played. We built our traditional snowman, not once but three times. I’m not sure if it was intentional or accidental, but every time I turned my back sweet little Madeline had knocked the snowman over. Finally we finished, snapped a few pictures and decided on a name. So here’s Fomkah, our Snowman. He was named after Fomkah the sneaky bear from a Dora book the girls loved.
This weekend my friend Kylee and I took our babies on a retreat. Life can be stressful for 9-month-olds, so we thought they needed to get away for some R & R. Just kidding. The retreat was for us, and yes, we had a fun time. We snapped a few photos—of the babies, of course.