Wow, I can't believe that Christmas has come and gone.  This was Connor's first Christmas and it's impossible to think that it's over.  He had about as much fun as a four-month-old could on this holiday; he tore at the wrapping paper thinking it was something to put into his ever-ready, drool-filled mouth.  We tried our best to keep it from him, but I'm almost one-hundred percent positive that he saturated a bit of wrapping paper. 

The specifics of our holiday aren't worth getting into.  I did, however, get a new lens from my husband (posted about previously).  It seems to be working pretty well!  My father-in-law also gave me his old external flash to use for now until I can afford a Speedlight.  It'll be good to learn the ins and outs of external flashes, but I can't wait to get myself the SB-700 someday.

The holidays are typically a time for families to come together and share in their joy.  For me, that joy was shared with such a limited amount of people.  Drama is found within any family, but this year's goings-on had me questioning the true definition of the word family.  From childhood, I've thought family was anyone with whom a common bloodline was shared.  Now, I'm not so certain.

At the moment, there are many people with whom I'm related, yet do not define as family members.  I think that family should be defined not by common genetics, but by a close examination of who can be counted and leaned on.  Perhaps dictionaries should reconsider their published definitions.

I'll leave you, yet again, with some photos.  I hope all reading this are well and enjoyed your holiday!