Babies' First Christmas . . .

. . . and frankly, they could care less.

Dave's sister and her family drove the entire Eastern seaboard to spend Christmas with us. I crafted a complicated menu (none of which I knew how to cook. Has anyone ever made a roux? I couldn't even pronounce it properly . . . much less perform it.). Luckily Dave's sister stepped in and saved Christmas by cooking everything to perfection.

And because one set of infant twins did not provide enough chaos, we invited Max & Ollie to join the festivities. The house is still standing and we're pretty sure the neighbors all think we're lushes (our recycle bin was 95% beer, wine and champagne bottles).

Here's some pictures from the big, beautiful day:

Apparently these don't come with gift receipts . . .

How To Enjoy Christmas Dinner:

Step 1: Insert 'educational' DVD

Step 2: Press Play

Step 3: Silently walk away

It's a BB gun, Folks!

Plan to start practicing my best Clint Eastwood 'Get off my land'

It's Not the Ritz, dahling . . . but it'll do.

We spent most of last week living in hotels. Also learned (the hard way) never turn your back on a roly poly Finn (hence the pillow gate). Mirabelle liked the hotel provided cribs, Finn preferred the comfort of a Mommy heater and Mommy preferred a sleeping Finn.

Things I've Learned So Far . . .

1. Finn likes shopping in Victoria's Secret and Mirabelle likes her feet.


2. It's mind-numbingly painful to realize halfway through a series of errands (with babies in tow) you forgot your wallet at home . . . again.


3. When you're having a bad day call Lily; her day was probably much worse yet she isn't complaining to you about it.


4. Wilmington is full of super friendly, baby-lovin' old people always ready to lend a helping hand when out shopping (must mail 'thank you' note to person responsible for sending these beautiful living Angels my way).

Bittersweet

Dave's 'Grammy' passed away last week. We took the babies to Pittsburgh for the funeral (say what you will but babies are great for funerals).

From the few stories I've heard over the years it's safe to say she was a legendary woman and a few weeks shy of her 94th birthday. She raised 5 boys and loved on 13 grandbabies as well as a few great grandbabies (including our two sugar drops). She will be missed.

Grammy's in blue sitting next to my lovely Oma

This Is How We Roll

Here's a pictorial review of last week's events.

We like to:

Attempt to escape the confines of our nightly prison . . .

Cause our parents mild cardiac arrest in the morning . . .

Then apologize by smiling pretty for the camera . . .

Cheer for Team Daddy while he does outside chores . . .

Help Daddy look adorable at holiday parties . . .

Remind Mommy & Daddy how fast we grow . . .