Christmas

We drove and drove and drove and drove.

And then we met our new baby cousin Charlie.  He was very suspicious of us.

And we ran around and refused to nap and didn't actually hate our cousin Francie this time around and we went to bed screaming because that's how Christmas Eve should go.

And then we woke up.  And Santa had brought Gonzo.  (There was other stuff too.  But mostly there was Gonzo).

And then it snowed.  Not, you know, a lot.  But snow.

And Mommy finished her sweater (sewing on Christmas Eve and button attached only just before dinner.  But finished!  And more on that later).

And then more cousins came over and then there was delicious food (that we actually ate!  and didn't just toss on the floor!) and then there was pie, and then there was singing, and crazy headbands and then we actually played with Francie and did some crazy Irish step dancing which was hilarious and did you know Francie's actually fun?  And that having a kid your own age around is actually a good thing?  Who knew!

And then we crashed and tried to break all the ornaments on the tree and then we were told to go to sleep and since we were very, very tired we agreed.