We spent Christmas at home in Nashville (which you should know already since you are a diligent and dedicated reader of our blog, even if I'm not a diligent and dedicated writer) so we made a trip to Florida for New Years. We celebrated New Years Eve in our car somewhere in southern Alabama, surrounded by cotton fields, miles away from champagne and fireworks. That was still better than last year when we went to bed at 9:30, exhausted in the early months of parenthood. But we no longer live for ourselves; we live for Ira and to spread the joy of Ira throughout the world. We spread the joy of Ira in Pensacola so that everyone could have an Ira-tacular new year.
Here's Ira making his great-grandmother, Big Holley, very happy. Ira didn't get to see Big Holley on our last trip to Pensacola because she was in the hospital, but she's out now and better than ever. We were super excited to see her and get to spend time with her.
Even though Christmas was over, Ira still got to open presents everywhere he went. Here he is with Poppy and me getting ready to unwrap a gift.
We ate our good luck collards and Hoppin' Johns at G.G.'s house. Ira and Uncle Mike discussed their resolutions while we waited for dinner.
Aunt Jo held Ira while we watched some legal-in-Florida fizzle and pop fireworks.
Fizzle. Pop.
You'd never know it wasn't Christmas. We had a little party at Nana and Papa's house to celebrate Christmas and spread a bit of Ira-tasticness.
We even drove all the way to Holt to spread some Ira joy. Cousins Holley and Jacob played with Ira at Aunt Trisha's house.
We walked down to the park near Poppy and Nonny's house, which resulted in some very cute pictures. That's why I'm including so many more pictures of the park than anywhere else.
Ira and Nonny play in the dirt.
"Ma-ma!"
We took Ira to the park in his pajamas. You got a problem with that?
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