Happy Hour!

My cousin Gene and her family came to visit from Puerto Rico for Thanksgiving.

They did the obligatory trip to the DC monuments.

Went to the National Zoo.

Roasted marshmallows.

And went to cut the Christmas tree, among other things.

By other things I mean shopping, shopping, shopping.


Xadier has a new favorite uncle. Sorry Canito.


Cisco showed him how to sing.

And how to cook.


And how to do the dishes.

But the only thing he learned was to say "Happy Hour!" I wonder why...

When they left, even the cats were exhausted.


But we all had a good time and missed them a lot.
Reason #142 why I want my cousin to move here:


Highlights!