Chris has now earned the right to say, "I walked 3 miles uphill through a snowstorm carrying 50 pounds of groceries on my 38th birthday, all so you kids wouldn't go hungry! Now eat your dang dinner!"
Now one of his favorite words is, "Nor'Eastah."
Clara loves the snow.
Roses was uncomfortable. Look at that itty-bitty head poking out of all that snow suit! And let me tell you, that's not really a small head. I sometimes wonder how her sweet baby neck holds that cranium up.
The aftermath of a Nor'Eastah.
We put the babies night-night on Xmas Eve so we could finally wrap the presents.
The green of his eyes show his sharp concentration on the money.
THANK YOU!!
XMAS MORNING!!
Nose!
Nose!
Mommy, the red-head, and Clarabu.
Bye-Bye, We love you!
