Christmas morning on Lovers Lane. Good times.
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Thursday, December 25, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
Thursday, December 26, 2013
Christmas
We had a great Christmas.
No more books for Leigh. She won't open a new present until she's done reading her book.
It's not clear when this one turned into a teenager. I'm scared.
Oh, but wait, she's just a little fairy. It must have been a phase.
The day after Christmas, we went to Ikea to get some shelves to hold Danny's toys. Hanako helped assemble them. This her face of ultimate concentration, not an unchi face.
No more books for Leigh. She won't open a new present until she's done reading her book.
It's not clear when this one turned into a teenager. I'm scared.
Oh, but wait, she's just a little fairy. It must have been a phase.
The day after Christmas, we went to Ikea to get some shelves to hold Danny's toys. Hanako helped assemble them. This her face of ultimate concentration, not an unchi face.
Night skate!
Monday, December 23, 2013
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Christmas
A Christmas Eve hike with my son. He was just getting over his illness, I suspect taking the opportunity to pass it on, in the giving spirit.
Hurricane Sandy did this.
Christmas morning!
The girls with their new makeup set. "Daddy, we have to makeup you!"
Hurricane Sandy did this.
Christmas morning!
The girls with their new makeup set. "Daddy, we have to makeup you!"
Monday, December 3, 2012
Christmas Tree
We cut our tree from the local farm, survived an inadvertent trip on the highway, and trimmed it out. Our son does not like to wear clothes.
You need someone to check out the low branches!
Some failed family photos.
Gingerbread house.
Bathtime lions.
After bath is a natural time for living room football. In one's underwear, of course.
You need someone to check out the low branches!
Some failed family photos.
Gingerbread house.
Bathtime lions.
After bath is a natural time for living room football. In one's underwear, of course.
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