We had a great Christmas, and Andrew got more toys than any child should ever get. I mean seriously ridiculous. And he's still singing "Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell" this morning. He'll probably be singing it in July.
And now here are
Christmas Eve at my parents' house
We were able to restrain the boys for one decent picture.
Bored . . . when can we open our presents?
Come on people, these presents aren't opening themselves . . .
The reason we weren't opening presents . . . we were consuming massive quantities of food.
My wonderful grandmothers
Finally, presents . . . let the games begin!
Leaving milk and cookies for Santa.
The jet had to be in at least one picture.
And a picture with all the dinosaurs (in full fighting gear) was also necessary.
Right before bed.
Santa made it and left plenty of loot.
I interrupt this program to let you know that there are no pictures of lunch at my parents'. Between the insanity of getting ready for church and out the door on time, I failed to grab my camera. It wasn't anything too exciting . . . just more food.
Christmas night at our house with Patrick's side of the family. There is an intense video game battle going on here.
Pre-presents . . .
Post-presents . . .
And now it's time to clean up the mess.
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