I’ve passed the baby-of-the-family baton off to little Emory. She’s doing great and might even let Uncle Darren and Aunt Natalie sleep through the night one of these days!
I dunno who half these people are, but I sure am glad this was a potluck, because they sure do eat a lot!
Lyla swore to tell everyone that Aunt Nancy was sharing her “apple juice” in the sippy cup.
Ring-around-the-rosy on a full stomach of thanksgiving dinner, what could possibly go wrong?
Okay Isabella, hold on, I’m going to pop a wheelie!
Quick while Mommy and Daddy are too stuffed with stuffing to chase us, jump on the furniture!
Daddy said not to worry, that he’d clean everything up… Mommy was skeptical.
Mommy is normally straight laced. Sometimes she gets all tickly though!
Some Sunday mornings I look at myself and ask, what does it all mean?
We’re reading the color book on a day when none of my outfit colors match… isn’t it ironic?
Chuck E Cheese doubles as a driver’s-ed school.
I’ve got to focus on not falling off!
Aww my horse came in last, that’s really a shame. I guess we’re off to the glue factory.
I haven’t seen that much spin since Mommy had to explain why she drank eleventy teas after 6pm on a Sunday night and kept Daddy up till 3am!
Umm… It’s leaning… a little to the left… no the right… oh I dunno which is which!
This ornament came from a distillery too? I’m astonished, really.
Mommy can we get a real dog for Christmas?
Just then Daddy came out in his own elf suit…
Are you sure they’ll be enough room under the tree for all of Santa’s gifts?
Ahh so these are the overflow containers for all the gifts that don’t fit under the tree? You guys think of everything!
