
A great Christmas break read!

Daniel testing out his furry recliner...

Mmmmm, monkey bread.

Thank you Grandma, for all the parkas, mukluks, sealskin gloves, sealskin hats, kuspuks, etc! Here she is making a new parka cover for Myra.

Welcome to the Harris' household! (Grandma's mukluks, Gram's here!)
1 comment:
Everytime I was offered "monkey bread" growing up, I turned it down.
Because I imagined a big baboon or oragatang kneading or flinging it around before baking it.
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