John got his first taste of snowy North Dakota when Grandma Bonnie pulled up to the curb outside of baggage claim at the Fargo airport. It was not an ideal time to make the introduction. He was already pretty mad about the fact that it was three hours past his bedtime and that he had to wear his winter hat and coat. Then when we took him out into the cold, biting wind and tried strapping him into the (reclined) infant car seat Grandma had gotten for him, he could hold back no longer. He screamed all the way to the gas station, but luckily Grandma had had the forethought to bring along some snacks for him (we were completely out by that point) and I was able to bribe him with some puff cereal. Fifteen minutes later, he was sound asleep. (Driving 80 miles an hour on Interstate 94 after dark will do that to a person of any age.)
Anyway, by morning, John was feeling much better, as were Mom and Dad. Over the next few days, John was able to explore all the nooks and crannies of Grandma and Grandpa's house. He loved cruising around the leather coffee table/ottoman in the living room, playing with all the toys Grandma had in her toy basket, and reaching for the Christmas tree ornaments. He also enjoyed "walking" with Grandma and Grandpa through the hallways (a truly back-breaking endeavor).
But by far the best part about being at Grandma and Grandpa's house (aside from spending time with Grandma and Grandpa, of course) was that John finally got to meet all his relatives from Minnesota and North Dakota, including Daddy's brother, Uncle Jesse!
Here's John with his Uncle Jesse, whom he ADORED from the very first moment!
John with his Aunt Sarah, Jesse's fiancee:
John with his Great Grandma Dressler:
The photo of John with his Great Grandma Schuchard turned out really blurry, but here are some photos and a video of him on Christmas Eve at Great Grandma Schuchard's place with his Schuchard relatives (lots and lots of cousins and great aunts and uncles):