Santa came to our house on Thursday night because he knew we wouldn't be home on Christmas- we'd be up in NY. He didn't make us transport the kitchen set, which turned out freaking awesome- as you can see above. Towards the right under the tree is a Clifford book Dada ordered from Jackie's school. When I picked it up, I almost died when I realized Jim ordered the wonky Spanish version. He was so pissed. This alone made my Christmas.
This is Jack on our Christmas Eve. She told me she wanted to leave for Santa chicken and a ba-ba (bottle). She is serious about chicken nuggets. Little does she know that I only feed her the vegetarian ones. Anyway, we set out animal cookies and milk for Ho-ho. She ate the first plate of cookies we set out.
Hillary held down the fort, as usual.We learned this Christmas that Hillary is a homebody- just like her dada. Since we got home last night, she's been nothing but smiles. Such a nice change from the miserable baby we've been carting around since Friday! Our Hillsy...
There will be at a minimum 3 Christmas Posts: Christmas Eve at our home, at Katie's and then at Grandma E.'s.
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