It really was a merry Christmas. I have more than 500 photos to prove it. Here is the best one:
It was also a very loud Christmas – because of them:
Many blessings to you and yours for the new year. See you in 2012.
I’m signing off for a few days to enjoy Christmas with my extended family. Our blessings this year have been exponentially amazing, and I pray the same for all of you this season.
This year I resolved to spend as little money as possible on the annual Gingerbread House, simply because I’ve been known to overdo it and have mounds of leftover candy laying around until Easter. (Here is last year’s house. All of those M&Ms wound up on my hips.) So, I selected seven one-dollar bags of non-threatening candy and decided to find other decorating solutions from the pantry (like cereal and Annie’s Chocolate Chip Bunnies). The result is a make-shift gingerbread house that looks… okay. Jeremy and Jackson love it, which is the point, but I know we could do better. Considering I spent $7 on the project, I won’t complain.
Plus, there’s no leftover candy. My waistline thanks me.
We had Chuck’s side of the family over on Sunday afternoon to exchange gifts and spend time together for Christmas. (My side shows up in a couple of days.) After eating and unwrapping, we hit up the Kinect for Dance Central. At first it was just Hayli and me battling, but then Bill and Jeremy decided they wanted in on the action.
Here are some shots from the rest of the day.
Photo Booth time with Hayli -
Star Wars Legos for the win -
Gather ’round the food -
Brotherly love, just before the tackle -
Our impromptu Ugly Sweater party last Friday resulted in Chuck and me making our own outfits. The thrift stores were fresh out and we certainly weren’t going to buy them new. (Because you know you can find $90 ugly sweaters in Dillards right now.)
Anyhoo, we took a couple of old sweatshirts and applied puff paint and foam cut-outs. As a result, our sweaters weren’t necessarily ugly, but they were original.
Chuck cut the neckline of mine to mimic Jennifer Beals’ Flashdance sweater, so the words are a nod to the 80s. (Cue Modern English.) I rocked it.
Disclaimer: Chuck’s sweatshirt is not G-rated. Sometimes you just have to go there.
It was fun. And that was the point, right?