Here we are on Christmas Eve. Don't we look happy? There's a long story about footwear, and lack thereof, that I could go into here, but it would take too long and it's not really all that funny. Suffice it to say that it was a close thing that all of us ended up with appropriate shoes on our feet.
Here is Phoebe eating her weight in mashed potatoes at Christmas dinner:
Speaking of eating, these cinnamon rolls were delicious, but this apple pie wasn't worth the trouble.
Here's Mallory after writing a note for Santa Claus, in which she asked for a "baby kitchen." Which she got the next day! Boy is Santa smart!
Here is Phoebe on Christmas morning. She was terribly excited about presents:
The obligatory sleepy-eyed in pajamas on Christmas morning pic:
The kitchen, lovingly assembled in the dead of night by me and Chris. By the time it was put together -- the night before Christmas Eve -- we were too tired to hide it, so we just locked the door to the playroom and hid the key. The next day Mallory tried to get in the playroom and I said, very cunningly, "Huh. I can't find the key. Oh well, it'll turn up." She was much intrigued and told everyone about the "mystery of the door." Then on Christmas morning, when she'd unwrapped her last present and was looking around for more, I found an envelope on Santa's cookie plate. "It has your name on it, open it up!" I said. Mallory tore it open, and out fell the key. The note was from Santa, of course, and he said that he had not only found the key to the playroom door, he had left a surprise up there as well. Mallory was just ecstatic. And both of them love the kitchen.
Phoebe also loves this fake Dairy Queen shake; she carries it around everywhere proclaiming, "A cup! A cup!"
Mallory's first culinary creation from her new kitchen:
Mallory's second-favorite present was this Ariel Underwater Adventure castle. Phoebe likes it too:
Okay, that's it. We had a good one, hope yours was good too. Now on to 2007!
Here is Phoebe eating her weight in mashed potatoes at Christmas dinner:
Speaking of eating, these cinnamon rolls were delicious, but this apple pie wasn't worth the trouble.
Here's Mallory after writing a note for Santa Claus, in which she asked for a "baby kitchen." Which she got the next day! Boy is Santa smart!
Here is Phoebe on Christmas morning. She was terribly excited about presents:
The obligatory sleepy-eyed in pajamas on Christmas morning pic:
The kitchen, lovingly assembled in the dead of night by me and Chris. By the time it was put together -- the night before Christmas Eve -- we were too tired to hide it, so we just locked the door to the playroom and hid the key. The next day Mallory tried to get in the playroom and I said, very cunningly, "Huh. I can't find the key. Oh well, it'll turn up." She was much intrigued and told everyone about the "mystery of the door." Then on Christmas morning, when she'd unwrapped her last present and was looking around for more, I found an envelope on Santa's cookie plate. "It has your name on it, open it up!" I said. Mallory tore it open, and out fell the key. The note was from Santa, of course, and he said that he had not only found the key to the playroom door, he had left a surprise up there as well. Mallory was just ecstatic. And both of them love the kitchen.
Phoebe also loves this fake Dairy Queen shake; she carries it around everywhere proclaiming, "A cup! A cup!"
Mallory's first culinary creation from her new kitchen:
Mallory's second-favorite present was this Ariel Underwater Adventure castle. Phoebe likes it too:
Okay, that's it. We had a good one, hope yours was good too. Now on to 2007!
Comments
I love the sleepy-eyes picture. Just like old times....