After we left Atlanta we flew to my Grandma Chris's house in Pahrump, NV. I learned that I am too young to gamble and too young to enter a cat house. Maybe next year. I did get to make my first trip to an In and Out Burger. I can't wait until I have teeth.
Christmas Eve mass. Mommy was rude enough to ask the priest to take a picture with me. Seriously, I am not Flat Stanley. She did neglect to tell him that we are Methodist.
Here I am at the bowling alley watching Grandpa destroy daddy. Daddy has nothing on that 89 year old.
This is me and crazy Grandpa Mark. I didn't realize you could grow hair on your lip, let alone grey hair. Who knew?
This is my great grandpa William (Bill) Collette. He is great in more than just name alone. I am lucky enough to be named after him and Uncle Bill.
Grandma Chris introduced me to her petting zoo. I got my first ride on Josie. The horses particularly Rosie were very interested in me. Of course I get a ride on an ass any time daddy picks me up.
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