Since I haven’t been great at blogging or posting pictures, I thought I’d give an obligatory post that has both. This will mainly be for my extended family that doesn’t check facebook and the stalkers–some of you fall into both categories.
This is the best family shot of the season. Soon I will have an annual series of Christmas Eve shots when Sydney is so tired she is sucking on her fingers. I know for sure this is #2.
I’m kind of in love with this picture of my daughter She’s patiently waiting for presents.
Fun fact about my parents: they LOVE movies. They love collecting DVD’s and they actually WATCH them. Each year they like to give each other DVD’s and instead of writing the actual to/from, they use that as a clue for what movie is inside. For instance, it might say “To: Elizabeth, From: Mr. Darcy” but that would be WAY too amateur for them. Now they mix characters and actors and really make it tricky. I love it. This is my mom trying to figure it out:
Thirty-nine years last week, baby!
Aw, look at those two adorkables. And HALLELUJAH for a new DVD player! The one we have now was free from Trent’s work as a 5 year gift. It gets overheated after being on for 75 minutes, which turns out is a very inconvenient time in most movies for your DVD player to stop working.
This is my brother, Mike, and his son, Jack. Really, you think they look alike? Huh. I just don’t see it.
Beautiful Becky and little Kate/Katie/Kaitlyn/Katiebug.
We had our own Christmas morning together, and even had a few gifts for Asher. Again, probably due to denial and busy-ness, but I was able to mostly keep the sadness in check. Only got teary a few times about not having him here. But as far as pictures from our morning…none turned out very well, so I’ll skip ahead to Christmas morning at my in-laws. Before church, the aunties let the kids open a couple stocking gifts. This turned out to be a brilliant plan. Sydney received a fancy black purse AND a bag of “real” make-up. Fortunately “real” means that it is not plastic, but it also means that it does not show up at all on skin. She. Was. Obsessed.
Doesn’t Aunt Shell’s make-up look pretty?!
This is Uncle Chad, working his musical magic on the mini guitar. I just want to say the reason I have no pictures of Auntie Tara is that she had just worked an all night shift and was understandably not in the mood to be photographed. She was doing well just to be physically present.
More Auntie love! This is the adored Aunt Jess (married to Uncle Chad).
What six year old boy doesn’t need Spy Glasses? The edges of the lenses are mirrors, so you can see behind you!