Remember AK and her cute performance in a previous post, well Mr. Boy performed too. Here are the angel costumes I worked on. And I'm pretty sure Mr. Boy isn't singing "Glooooooooooria" with his tongue hanging out of his mouth like that.
Here is Baby Rollerhand and AK before we left for one of our parties. They had matching dresses, I'm pretty sure that was the first outfit Baby Rollerhand wore this entire year, despite the drawer full of doll clothes.
And a candid of Mr. Boy with Sandy showing off his Pokemon cards. Curse you classmates for introducing Pokemon cards to Mr. Boy, and double curses for having the odacity to share and give some cards to him. I swore I would have a Pokemon-free house. I also swore my children would never have a tantrum in public...
At our Church's Christmas Party, Mr. Boy snapped this cute pic of AK with some of our favorite friends.
So, we spent most of the month of December trying to see Santa. Both kids were terrified of the man in the big red suit. We would go to the mall, stand in line, and get close and then the tears would start and someone would end up running away. *flashback* Two years ago, Mr. Boy ran outside at the mention of Santa while at a party. He just took off running, and unfortunately ran smack into the side of a clipboard a man was carrying, split his head right open. Santa hadn't even arrived yet. Last year Mr. Boy kept probing me about Santa "coming into our house" and was terrified at the thought of Santa being "in his space". *end flashback* At this Christmas party everyone is sitting, singing carols and in walks Santa. AK leaps up and runs over to him and leaps into his arms. He carried her around a bit, and I stood there baffled. This is the child who was the first one to start crying at the sight of the mall santa. 
Mr. Boy waited in line knowing this was his chance to ask Santa for what he wanted on Christmas morning. He had carefully weighed the options for an entire week, and decided a minute of terror would be managable if it involved getting Pokemon cards and the "Big Red Dragon". We had talked about how you should just ask for one thing, but apparently he forgot all about that. Santa leaned forward, and Mr. Boy whispered for a long time a list of everything he wanted, including the stores he had seen them at, and in some cases the price. 
Every holiday my mom and I do something festive, last year we saw the Rockettes, this year we went to this fabulous resturant called The White House, the highlight of the evening was giggling while we perused the chef's cookbook that was filled with pictures of scantily clad waiters seductively holding the chef's creation. 
It wouldn't be holidays without a visit to Neiman Marcus and pictures in front of the World's Largest Christmas Tree. 
And we had to take a moment to be silly. 
And it was on this trip we purchased the infamous Christmas Sweater. Mr. Boy has worn it nonstop since he tried it on in this dressing room. Mr. Boy insists he wants his new room to look just like this dressing room. 
And can she get any cuter!?! I just love having a little girl. Wouldn't she look adorable in Paris? She would look lovely in a pink beret to match her coat. Let's move there I say!
These next two pics represent the essence of Mr. Boy. This is the two sides to him. There is no middle... he is so totally full of life, head thrown back in laughter embracing every minute.
And also totally determined and focused with his little tongue off to side as he concentrates on doing his best work. 
Well, maybe there is one other.... the mischievious side. However, I love it... wouldn't change a thing.
Mr. Boy waited in line knowing this was his chance to ask Santa for what he wanted on Christmas morning. He had carefully weighed the options for an entire week, and decided a minute of terror would be managable if it involved getting Pokemon cards and the "Big Red Dragon". We had talked about how you should just ask for one thing, but apparently he forgot all about that. Santa leaned forward, and Mr. Boy whispered for a long time a list of everything he wanted, including the stores he had seen them at, and in some cases the price. 
Every holiday my mom and I do something festive, last year we saw the Rockettes, this year we went to this fabulous resturant called The White House, the highlight of the evening was giggling while we perused the chef's cookbook that was filled with pictures of scantily clad waiters seductively holding the chef's creation. 
It wouldn't be holidays without a visit to Neiman Marcus and pictures in front of the World's Largest Christmas Tree. And we had to take a moment to be silly. And it was on this trip we purchased the infamous Christmas Sweater. Mr. Boy has worn it nonstop since he tried it on in this dressing room. Mr. Boy insists he wants his new room to look just like this dressing room. And can she get any cuter!?! I just love having a little girl. Wouldn't she look adorable in Paris? She would look lovely in a pink beret to match her coat. Let's move there I say!These next two pics represent the essence of Mr. Boy. This is the two sides to him. There is no middle... he is so totally full of life, head thrown back in laughter embracing every minute.And also totally determined and focused with his little tongue off to side as he concentrates on doing his best work. 
Well, maybe there is one other.... the mischievious side. However, I love it... wouldn't change a thing.
Watching Frosty the Snowman for the 100000th time. They have surprisingly similar mannerisms, which cracks me up... such as the finger dangling on their mouth. 
We are trying to hit Disneyland weekly for the holidays, and met up with some of our favorite pals for the afternoon. 
And check out this sweet Eiffel Tower from the newly re-opened "It's a small world" Shhh... I may try and steal it. (If I got caught... it wouldn't be my first time visiting the Disneyland Jail!)
And visiting with neighbors, I love this pic Mr. Boy snapped of me donning an apron and standing in the doorway chatting with our neighbor. (Hate the vanilla colored walls...) 
If you told me 10 years ago that I would be staying up late one night making 14 angel costumes for the school pagaent, I would have laughed heartily and bet you $50 million that it would never happen... I would have lost that bet last night...
In between snuggling the wee ones for warmth, I put the finishing touches on the Holiday Cards. Fair warning, the Annual Top Ten list... major snooze fest. Get in your jammies and read it in bed, if you read it standing up outside the mailbox you will likely fall into a deep sleep right there. It was totally written by Mr. Man & myself at 2am, after we had used all our wit and humor making our own commentary and lines to the movie: 
We tried and tried, and AK, as always, was a total trooper. So was Mr. Man who took over for me and told AK stories to take her mind off on the tugging and twisting going on. 
Whatever... Mr. Man doesn't believe in "just looking" here he is with his new toy pointing out how fabulous it is. 
While Mr. Man played a fun game called "Let's hook up 1000 cords" I played the game called, "Stop fighting over the Baby Jesus" as we pulled out the Christmas Decor and Christmas Toys.
We decorated the trees. The kids have thier own tree that they decorate each and every day. I fully believe Christmas is hands on in this house. There are special Christmas Toys, a basket full of Christmas books, and a box of ornaments for their very own trees. 
The following day, the kids, 
So we went out and did some shopping. AK and I got some warm f'Uggs for chilly mornings. They are so toasty,AK calls them her "warmers". 
That early morning wore AK out, and by noon she decided Skoopi's bed was the best place for a nap. 
Mr. Man spent almost every holiday with his cousins, and now the best part is that those cousins are having "mini cousins" and so there is a playmate for everyone.
Or a pseudo-cousin to play with. These are actually cousins by marriage or something complex like that.
My favorite part is this, everyone in the kitchen, working, laughing, and chatting.
This is the family think tank, where all good ideas are hatched. 
And an attempt to get a Christmas card pic completed the day. Why can't four people smile and look good at the same moment in time? Why do my eyes 
And I had my camera confiscated by Mr. Boy, who captured this adorable shot 
Then we packed up the kids and took them to 
Played at the park
These guys are adorable in their matching vests.
We celebrated Mr. Man's birthday and got creative with a bib.
True Story: My dad won't eat cake if you have blown candles out on it, he feels like he is eating cake that you just spit upon. So, at my parents house we only put candles on your piece of cake. 
Then we packed up the car again... and drove over the river and through the woods.... to Aunt Deb's for Thanksgiving!
Anyways, 
Stacy tagged me to do Eights... and I'm doing it even though I'm just a little peeved. Although, it's her husbands job that's forcing the move, so I guess I should be mad at him. Phew, Stacy your off the hook.
and some of this... 
