On Sunday afternoon we all went to this big party. There must have been at least 100 or more people there. Mama said that everybody in the room was a cousin, aunt, uncle, or somehow otherwise related to me...that's a lot of relatives. THEN, to top it off, SANTEE (that's what I call Santa) showed up and I chased him all the way around the room trying to say hi. At one point, Santee stopped and turned around and didn't know I was there. He accidentally knocked me over and I started crying. But Mama was right there, scooped me up, and helped me chase Santee some more so that I could shake his hand. After that, everything was OK. (You'll have to check in tomorrow morning to see what happened after that.)
Here I am with my cousin Cody. He's just a month or so older than I am. He likes to get his picture taken even more than I do!

This big girl was another cousin and she seemed pretty interesting. So I sat down for awhile and admired her hat.

Here I am wearing Uncle Mark's silly Christmas hat. And helping with the raffle tickets for the fun toys and prizes you could win. (The party is an annual event that is also a fund-raiser for cancer research.)

GranSmoky and me checking out all the kid cousins running around having fun.

At last it was time to eat HOT DOGS! And make some really cool swirly "chuppy" art. (That's what I call ketchup.)