I am just now getting to the Christmas pictures. It wasn't the most stellar week in our home, with the plague running around catching everyone, and it wasn't the most stellar month with Fisher's new pump and our having to work through proper dosing, which means lots of lost sleep. But the bright day in the month was most definitely Christmas, so here is what I got of it, in between shouting
Who's that from? and fending off Ron's requests for me to open stuff, too.
For the record I like to pile up my gifts and save them for very last.
The kids gave Daddy some snow pants. It's like our fifth winter here and we're still not properly dressed.
Alla's gift to Fisher - she made him a geoboard!
Fisher made her rainbow crayons.
This is how Alla spent much of the crazy morning, digging for something, anything with her name on it.
Ah! There's one. Whew.
Santa brought Fisher his beloved CAT machines book. And a crane, but I think the camera was buried by that point.
I know he was tired of pictures, but I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that my two-year-old son
isn't flipping me off.
My mom always made the kiddos get back in the wrapping paper at the end and smile, so I've adopted the tradition. This year they both smiled, yippee! I should note Alla is smiling in spite of Santa not bringing her beloved pink guitar, that one she talked about for months and asked Santa for, and then kind of never talked about again until Christmas Eve when she all of a sudden stated that she was worried that Santa might not have known that she wanted it to be a
real pink guitar, not a fake. She did get a cool keyboard and her first pair of ice skates, so I guess it wasn't a complete loss.
Once again Ron surprised me on Christmas Eve, too, with jammies that match the kids'! Now I have two actual pairs of jammies! He is swell.
The kids gave Daddy some snow pants. It's like our fifth winter here and we're still not properly dressed.
Alla's gift to Fisher - she made him a geoboard!
Fisher made her rainbow crayons.
This is how Alla spent much of the crazy morning, digging for something, anything with her name on it.
Ah! There's one. Whew.
Santa brought Fisher his beloved CAT machines book. And a crane, but I think the camera was buried by that point.
I know he was tired of pictures, but I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that my two-year-old son isn't flipping me off.
My mom always made the kiddos get back in the wrapping paper at the end and smile, so I've adopted the tradition. This year they both smiled, yippee! I should note Alla is smiling in spite of Santa not bringing her beloved pink guitar, that one she talked about for months and asked Santa for, and then kind of never talked about again until Christmas Eve when she all of a sudden stated that she was worried that Santa might not have known that she wanted it to be a real pink guitar, not a fake. She did get a cool keyboard and her first pair of ice skates, so I guess it wasn't a complete loss.
Once again Ron surprised me on Christmas Eve, too, with jammies that match the kids'! Now I have two actual pairs of jammies! He is swell. 
5 comments:
LOVE the matching jammies!!!! I want to match my babies!!
I think Fisher IS flipping you off, by the way.
I have to agree with Samantha. The look on his face says it all! I love this post. Miss you!
Those are so so cute, J! Looks like fun by all :)
The PJ pic is very cute & I too want to match my babies. Maybe next year.
What a great post. So glad your mom and dad are going to be so close now. I am jealous!
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