White Christmas

 Christmas Eve I tracked Santa from Africa all the way to Canada before I fell asleep and still not a stitch of snow... Then, Christmas morning, BAM. Mother Nature pulled out all the stops. The snow is beautiful! And of course Woodland Hills got the best show of all.

We were spoiled rotten with love and gifts and yummy food. It was the perfect day. Then on Christmas night we started to feel a little "off." By December 26th all Christmas magic was gone and the demon-spawn-of-Satan sickness hit our family hard. We were decommissioned All. Weekend. Sniffles and the pukes and coughing and chills and body aches and fevers and every imaginable thing you never want to happen to you did. Ugh.

So that was fun. Thank goodness (read with mild sarcasm) there were 50 bajillion bowl games on. JR wouldn't even let me do any laundry. We just relaxed and didn't do a lick of anything responsible while every football game ever was watched for three full days. Thank goodness (read with absolutely no sarcasm) I got a new iPad for Christmas. I think Husband and I have finally come to the perfect understanding. He can watch all the football he wants and I'll even sit in the same room as long as I can have that iPad.

One of the best things about Christmas this year was all those babes. And matching babes are even better. Documenting all that cuteness was an all together different story...

Poor Ashlyn was so confused. She kept trying to build a nest.

Hey Porter, it's okay. Don't cry.

I can't. I mean...

Notice that Michael's socks came off and filled out the bottom of his pants. We got a kick out of that. His legs are a good four inches shorter than they look in this picture.