These are my top seven photos of december
It wasn't until two days after we got our tree home that I realized it made absolutely no sense to get one since we were leaving for Texas, except for the fact that I've never had a real tree and I really really really wanted to get one. Between me killing it before we even left and Jonas constantly throwing balls in it and needles going everywhere, I think I might pull up the fakey from the basement next year.
Sometimes I'm amazed at what we can actually do with this stroller,but I'm not so sure if the other people on the sidewalk felt the same way.
Jonas has many looks but this is one that I see all too often, it's his I'm-about-to-do-something-that-you-asked-me-not-to-do-and-it's-going-to-be-freakin-hilarious.
While we we're at my Granny Barb's house we tried to get Jonas to sit on the little potty, to which he started crying and wouldn't even go near it. But then a few hours later we found him and the potty outside in the drive way...
Never mind that the waves are small and the water's brown, it was four days before Christmas and 70 degrees.
Just before getting on the ferry I told Rich how when we were kids we would feed the seagulls and it always ended with someone getting poo in their hair, and you crossed your fingers that it wasn't you. This is Rich throwing food just right above my head. One of the many reasons why I love him.
Traditional Christmas Day meatball snowmen. Jonas loves his salt.
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