It was a merry little Christmas, indeed. Just we four, plus auntie, plus loved ones Skyping in from the south and the west to talk food and football and show off the cutest little baby bump in all of east Texas (I'm going to be an auntie!) The big holiday funfest shindig is yet to come, when we fly to California later this week to be with mommo and grandpa and auntie (again) and uncle Michael. But our cozy at home Christmas in the woods was just perfect, too. The usual merriment went on - cookies with more frosting than cookie, snowflakes, candlelit singing in church, kids in jammies ripping into wrapped packages, Christmas day food comas on the couch. Half naked toddler boys busting out of their room and into their (sleeping) sister's room (and then, crib) in a late night, post-bedtime sugar cookie fueled craze. So when I heard noises upstairs, and went to investigate, I found a pantless Mister A standing in the corner of (now awake) (and not happy about it) Vivi's crib. My "WHAT are you DOING?" was answered in a super no-duh tone with "reading to Bubbita, mommy." I mean, doesn't
everyone's Christmas include a pantless reading from one's brother? (Dear God, I hope not.)
These Christmas morning pictures are more for the blog book than anything, because you and I both know you're sick to death of looking at everyone else's Christmas morning pictures that look just like everyone else's Christmas morning pictures. Right? Right. (Please excuse the purple pajamas. Let the record show that Vivian did have a pair of Christmas jammies that perfectly coordinated with her brother's. There was an incident. A smelly, leaky, incident. Hence, the purple snowman getup.) (That her daddy chose.)
My gift to you. A super special edition of the weekly iPhone thingy. You are so welcome.
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