Sillies

Making cookies this Christmas was a hoot. Esther just didn't understand that this was not Play-Doh, so she wasn't able to eat it. Oh Wait.

Slightly less salty than my favorite pastime.

 This is Esther's favorite place in the house. She sits on this step and bosses everyone around. If she slaps the floor next to her and demands you sit with her, you know you have been given an extreme privilege. I'm still waiting for my first invitation. Matt gets invited daily.

 The breakfast nook...where all good milk and secrets are spilled. If I sit close enough, I hear confessions from the previous day. Like, who tried to flush the package of wipes down the toilet and who drew "Thomas" on the back stairwell. It is like a cafeteria table, except more awesome because you can wear your pjs.

Cookies for S.C.

Can you tell which children are "morning people"?

Putting baby Jesus in the manger

This was, by far, the best Christmas gift. Sarah has been asking for Molly for a few years now. It felt so good to be able to get it for her this year. It was a gift from all of her siblings and Matt and I. I don't know who was more excited: All of us, watching her open it or Sarah, finding out that her dream finally came true.

Finally got the glasses fixed. We desperately need to find an eye doctor at the new house. Driving back to Rochester to get these things readjusted just doesn't work out anymore.

"Hey Mom! I CAN see again!"
 Insert extreme amounts of Mommy guilt here.

Just Love