Saturday morning, we were up earlier than usual. At about 4:43 we heard a shout of joy (though it took us a moment to figure out it was joy): "It's Saturday! IT'S MARY DAY! IT'S CHRISTMAS TREE DAY! YIPPEE!!!" Who wakes up like that?! Sometimes I don't get how he's my son. Off to get a tree we went, then to Mass (they kept singing Happy Birthday to Mary, and we figured, hey, close enough).
I love these, because of the positioning of their feet in each one.
This is completely ridiculous, and I look like an eighteen-wheeler, but Cody's face is so funny I can't resist posting.
A clear favorite. :)
(SD: He's a Milford Man.) And when she saw this picture, she reminded me, "Mommy, when you took that picture, I was angry. I will not smile if I do not want to!"
Aunt Monika and Uncle Sean came over to celebrate Christmas. I couldn't have been more pleased to have a dude around, since I am...well, less helpful with the heavy lifting at the moment. Cody just wanted to get up on the ladder. He got his Home Depot apron on, grabbed his scissors, and they were off.
Cordelia mostly danced and tumbled and shouted encouragement. And looked beautiful. Deadly, but beautiful.
(Note the way Shannon the Snake is entwined around Cody and the apron, "so she does not feel left out.")
The annual picture of the back of our heads.
And here...setting up the train!!! (There's a better picture, but sadly she's flashing her underwear in it, so I decided to go with the more modest side view.)
2 comments:
Ho ho ho!!! I bet Santa can't wait to place gifts around that train! :) :)
You are creating such sweet memories for them!
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