Just popping in to wish you and yours a very merry Christmas. We were up early this morning, thanks to an anxious and excited seven-year-old. It’s so fun to enjoy Christmas through the eyes of children, isn’t it?
Santa brought Layne a wooden marble track. Layne is busy engineering dozens of different track versions. I don’t think Santa realized that 14 marbles + an eight-month-old baby = lots of losing your marbles. Literally.
Everett got his Christmas wish of a suspenders + mustache ensemble. Everett takes his new character very seriously. I, however, cannot take a four-year-old with a full mustache seriously.
Mabrey is delighted by all the wrapping paper and boxes. I succumbed to the baby headband and bought a handmade one from etsy. I rationalized the gaudy baby headpiece by saying it would keep her hair out of her eyes. So far, so good.
Santa kindly gifted Mabrey a bright red high chair. Thank goodness! Over the past few weeks, she has been writhing her way out of the Bumbo. Santa scored extra points by leaving the high chair unwrapped and fully assembled. Santa, you are the bomb.
From my crazy family to yours, Merry Christmas!
I’ll be back tomorrow with some house tweaking updates. Until then, let your heart be light.
images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking
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