Just imagine this long box as a tunnel through which you can see what happens in our house. We're not always sure what's going on.
Charley spends a lot of time reading, or at least looking at the pictures and drawings in all our books.
Mommy is usually really good about joining in too. We have all kinds of silly fun.
It snowed all day on Christmas and even most of the next day.
Grandma C took us sledding in her front yard. It was so much fun.
Some of us wanted to get out and crawl around in it . . .
. . . while some others were content to ride around all evening.
No matter how we experienced it, it was great. A great idea by Grandma C.
Santa came!!!!!!! He brought us lots of great stuff. We're not exactly sure why he stuffed them into giant socks, though.
So many gifts to open, so little time - gotta hurry!
We got some cool Pooh books from our aunt Monica. Jax was interested, but in the end, the tree was just too alluring.
After we opened gifts in the morning, we went to Grandma and Grandpa C's house to open more gifts.
For some reason, this shirt from Great Grandma K got quite a response from everyone, except Mommy.
There were some creatures stirring . . .
We think we saw a mouse.
Just kidding. We discovered presents . . .
. . . pulled stuff off the tree . . .
. . . climbed on the furniture . . .
. . . and read a great book with Grandma.
What is this "Festivus?" The gifts sure aren't wrapped very well, but I guess that's the way they're supposed to be.
Next comes the feats of strength.
There is also supposed to be an airing of grievances, but we avoided those.
After opening, we had to see if they fit.
Posted Tuesday, December 25, 2007
We love our sippy-cups so much. We drink from them in the window . . .
. . . we get them off the table . . .
. . . we drink from them in the living room . . .
. . . when we lose them, we gotta get 'em back right away. We gotta have our sippy-cups all the time.
Call this Charley's first picture. I may not have pushed the button, but I was watching the screen and holding the strap as Daddy took the photo.
Daddy took this one too . . .
. . . and this one. There must be something wrong. Either that or he is truly on vacation, forgetting all the rules of photography.