No no, don’t panic. Christmas isn’t happening again already. I am just behind. I am figuring on it taking me at least 4 posts to get through Christmas; Before Christmas at the Crosslands, Christmas projects, Christmas at our house, Post-Crhistmas Christmas with the Sheltons. Let’s go chronologically and start with “Before Christmas at the Crossland’s”. This happened the weekend before the weekend of Christmas. Following? Although Christmas was the Crossland-side holiday and we were planning to spend it a our house, we also wanted to make a trip to Coos Bay during the holiday season.
For the last several years we have made a point to go to Shore Acres at Christmastime, which is a state park directly on the coast. For most of the year, it is a garden, but at Christmas they put up thousands of lights. The day that we were planning on going, it was pouring, and I mean POURING. We loaded up with coats and umbrellas and drove out there, and seriously as we were driving up the rain stopped. Divine intervention. God knows I don’t like to do anything in the rain. Or snow. Or cold. Or hot. Anyway, before we went into the lights, we always walk out to the overlook to the ocean. The ocean is always so impressive, but this spot in particular is pretty amazing, The waves come crashing into the rocks below you. I was holding onto my baby pretty tight, and had a careful eye on Grandpa with my big boy.
The ‘ol fleece suit is none to big on the chunkster…
Into the lights!:
Pretty cool, yes?
Thad approved.
We usually try to get to Shore Acres right as it’s getting dark to beat some of the crowds. This place can get CRAZY, especially as you get close to Christmas Day.
From there, we went to the fire house, where they have a giant train set up. What does a fire station have to do with model trains? I have no idea, but they do this every year. We went even before we had kids, but you can see how this would appeal to an almost 3 year old boy…..We will probably keep going.
From there, we hit up a Mexican restaurant for dinner then headed home. Success!
Here are a few more pictures. You can marvel at the cuteness of my boys. Don’t let the sweetness of Thatcher’s cheeks fool you, he was a horrible sleeper there. Thad is such a trooper and sleeps through a LOT of screaming, but I am really really looking forward to the time where I don’t dread sleeping somewhere other than home.
Remember, don’t get sucked in by those cheeks (where did he GET those?). TERRIBLE SLEEPER.
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