Quinn's Holidays

Unfortunately, Santa can't come to our house because we don't have a chimney and our front door has an iron gate that is Santa-resistant. But baby Jesus made sure that Quinn got lots of bows, wrapping paper, and boxes to drool all over.



Also, he got toys. Toys that jingle, toys that sing, toys that scatter all over the place and toys that bling.



On New Years Day, Quinn had his first exposure to Philadelphia's annual New Year's tradition, the drunk men dressed in feather suits parade Mummers Parade!


Fortunately, the rain stopped in the morning and the weather, as always, cooperated and remained relatively comfortable in the 50's. Unfortunately, the daddy and his friends thought it would be a wonderful idea to drink a keg of Golden Monkey so it was an early evening for all.