Joseph is 7. He is at the age now where Christmas Eve is torture. He knows whats coming. There are presents to be had. Overkill of fun (if there is such a thing) is just hours away but first... is bedtime. Oh the horror. Hey, at least there is joy in new pj's. :)
Hannah was talking to Joseph here. I think they were telling each other to wait, don't open anything yet. They were waiting for Nehemiah to join them....... which I don't have a picture of. The boy sat down and those presents were opened faster than you can say spanakopita.
So. True. We don't include Santa in our Christmas, but this shirt was just too cute to pass up. 
Joseph has been itching to hold Adaiah standing up. I'm not sure what is so exciting about it, but he was one happy boy for getting to hold her like that. I loved babies when I was little, I'm sure thats something that would have tickled me to no end too but I really have no idea why. :)
If you squint you can see the snow we were blessed with on Christmas Eve. It was beautiful to watch. And I rejoice that it was here and gone with no evidence of it ever being here. Please excuse the trashcans. On the 23rd we had terrible rain and the threat of tornadoes. The cans were at the curb and I quickly brought them to the house. They belong at the back fence. I wonder how long they are going to stay there. Honey, are you reading this? Move the trash cans. They look terrible there.
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