on the seventh day of christmas...

on the sixth day of christmas...

i may or may not have had one of these for breakfast.

and a few more for lunch.

on the fifth day of christmas..

i had the privilege of using a credit card to scrape ice off of my car windows. it felt like utah.

on the fourth day of christmas...

i mailed out my last one of these.

{addresses blurred out}

on the third day of christmas...

we marveled at our creations.

kristin, the genius behind our delicious project.

and jack, the architect, delegating his design to doug, the construction worker.

we made some gingerbread men too.

on the second day of christmas...

i was very blog happy.

{and the grinch, with his grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? it came without ribbons. it came without tags. it came without packages, boxes or bags. and he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. then the grinch thought of something he hadn't before. what if christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. what if christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.}
 - dr. seuss, the grinch

photos of this family

on the first day of christmas..

we experienced the aftermath of staying up past 2 in the morning.

first, because we got this lovely lady ready for the ball.

then,  because we went to see this movie.

if you have a few hours and dollars to spare, i highly recommend it. i laughed, cried, and decided that if i ever pull an angelina jolie i will adopt a half aboriginal child first.