Christmas. Part 1.

First, congratulations to our friends Jeremy and Melissa, who welcomed their baby girl into the world less than 12 hours ago! Can’t wait to meet Lillie!

Now, for a recap of Christmas 2009, which was significantly more enjoyable than Christmas 2007…

Jonah’s only gift this year (from us) was a “Baby’s First Christmas” frame-style ornament. I got the perfect photo to put in it:

See, when my kids are young and don’t know the difference, I find it rather pointless to spend a lot of money on gifts. For example, Noah’s favorite gift was the Lightning McQueen hot wheels car, which was less than $4. Look at how excited he was to open it!

He was literally trembling with excitement. Nathan didn’t even get THAT worked up over his new iTouch. It’s crazy! My two youngest are so easy to please (for now, anyway).

The white balance in this picture of Taylor is clearly not at its best (for example, her skin is not actually gray), but check out that Christmas light bokeh. Sweet!

Nathan liked his boxes almost as much as what came in those boxes.

Jonah spent the day smiling and sleeping – his typical behavior.

That’s my mom, for those of you just tuning in. She likes babies. They find her boring like her, too, so they usually fall asleep when she picks them up.

My mom brought two breakfast casseroles and fruit when she came over Christmas morning (score!). She also brought her husband and my baby brother with her.

Baby brother = mom’s favorite. Just saying. Christmas light bokeh not as impressive in this shot. I guess they can’t ALL be winners.

It brings me much joy to see my children being little artists like their daddy. Even with Color Wonder.

It would be nice if Andy and I could occasionally have pictures together IN FOCUS. {sigh}

Did you notice all that crap on my kitchen counter? I did. I’m annoyed just looking at it.

I realize there’s nothing mildly sexy about sock monkey slippers.

But what else am I supposed to do about my feet, which stay partially frozen December through February? Is there such thing as sexy slippers?

Last, but not least, I blame my dirty floors on my children.