Happy day-after-Christmas, bloggy-logs! This is the back of my sister-in-law’s Christmas card, and it is simply TOO cute.
Similarly too cute: my son’s tiny bum. How is it that cellulite looks so cute on babies? Why aren’t we more tolerant of it on our own thighs? Hmmmm?
My mother came into town on December 17th, and we spent our week eating grilled cheese and wrapping Christmas presents and dogsitting Mr. Bennett until my father arrived on the 22nd.
Unfortunately for my father (and all of us, really), Mr. Bennett HATES my dad. He growled and barked and fussed and even nipped a little bit for two whole days until Brenna picked him up on Saturday. Yikes.
He loves my mother though!
Here’s the mens. Bennett seems a little tense.
Trailing after a trio of dog butts daily, instead of a duo.
Christmas Eve we took my parents over to Josh’s grandparents’ house, for pulled pork sandwiches and the always chaotic but always fun White Elephant gift exchange. I ended up with my own gift–a purple zip-up sweatshirt with an asymmetrical neckline. Josh ended up with two clamps, from his Uncle Mike, of course.
Mr. Baby received some gifts from his cousins and great-grandparents, like a tiny frog-shaped baby boy urinal and a set of plastic baby keys and even–wait for it–a sock monkey. I suppose I have to be tolerant of monkeys for my son! (eye roll)
This beautiful photo of Kirsty Hume and her daughter Violet prompted me to buy an American “Vogue” for the first time in years. Makes me want to highlight my hair. And grow it waist-length.
Maggie and Baby M. got a good thang going on.
Self-portrait with fresh eyelash extensions and work outfit on. I’m working 1 or two days a week…better than nothing!
Here’s the felt stocking that Joshy and I SLAVED over. Name covered to protect privacy, of course.
Mom has been doing physical therapy and she’s stronger than she has been on previous visits this year, but I still have to yell at her not to lift the baby up off of the floor. It’s tough to resist! Look at this little chunk.
Yarn porn. This caught my eye at Michael’s. I found a cool little yarn shop near our house and bought two skeins of pretty-pretties for the Broad for Christmas.
One of my favorite Christmas images to post every year. Always gets a laugh!
This is a good one too.
“Hands-off” parenting right here. Sometimes I just want to see what will happen. He hasn’t made it to the other side…yet.
We went from cold sunshine straight into cold snow for Christmas Eve, and I have to admit, I kind of liked it. Shhh, don’t tell anyone.
The first snowfall is always the prettiest.
Of course now I’m ready for the snow to melt so we can resume walking. MELT SNOW!
Our Christmas tree this year was especially pretty.
Classic Pops–little chocolate donuts and all. Love his “ugly” Christmas sweater.
This was our Christmas card this year. Josh’s uncle Kevin suggested we use our Halloween portrait, making he was joking, who knows…but we took his advice!
Baby was a little fussy on Christmas morning and not really interested in opening presents…but I suspect that will change in the future! More about Christmas later…I hear him calling my name. Like this WAAAaaaHHHhhhhh. Merry Christmas 2017!