Here are a few choice pictures from our Christmas Eve and morning. Our tradition is that the kids get to each open one present on Eve night--the rest are for Christmas morning. Of course, being the totally lame Mom I am, the Eve present is pajamas. This must be the year for epic holiday photos, because I got one that will scar Jack for life. He did all the yanking. All I did was point and shoot. God Bless the Little Man.
Now tear your eyes away from the S.A.C.T.S. (Self-Imposed Advanced Camel Toe Syndrome) and notice--Hank's pants are not too short. These are "3/4 length" pajamas, something I have never seen in the US but which were plentiful in the Target-level store where these were purchased.
Their talented grandmother, Mammy Pat, made dolls for the kids--one in her own likeness with the softest hair I have ever touched and a beautiful white cotton nightgown and bloomers. Her black shoes have little antique pearl buttons. Next to her is the Grandfather Bob doll, complete with goat pelt for hair and mustache. Mammy has a big full red heart on her chest, and Grandfather's shirt says "'Tis Himself." Under his shirt says, "Mungen's watching you." A mungen is a Norwegian troll with a bad attitude. Their eyes are true to color and expression. These may be too good to trust to the kids...
The likeness is rather astounding.
Hannah got some good bubbles from Santa. Amazing how bubbles and balloons are always a winning proposition.
Habib got some special toys all the way from America, too. Turns out he will be leaving us to go back to his original owners, Vee and Collin. We're full of sadness over this but know it's the "right" thing. We treasured our Christmas with this sweet creature (who spent the holiday right in the middle of all the chaos--he has become a loving and central feature in our flock).
Of course, Skyping was involved--here we're on the phone with the family in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Looking at them, looking at us. Sure was good to see their pretty faces. I've had a mighty hankering to be in that snow with them.
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