Happy Holidays to all citizens of Poogieville! Bear with me on a longer than usual post of photos and video.
Here's a quick recap of the last week, or so.
Erica was so proud of the girls' matching Christmas dresses that I wanted to make sure they got top billing in the Christmas recap.
We had the Rickons over for a pre-Christmas Amateur Hour. Henry (aka "December-Man") and Mason (aka the "Mountain Dew Sipper") warmed up the crowd. Caroline played the drums.
This is a little grainy, but prime footage of the show. Henry turned "Jingle Bells" into an intense dance hit. Caroline and Mason contributed backup vocals. I did most of the laughing.
On Christmas Eve, the kids made cookies for Santa. Caroline was the taste-tester, which was good. She sneezed on a few of her cookie creations and I was worried that Santa might take offense to "green" sprinkles.
She ate them anyway.
Did I mention she's tough?
Henry, on the otherhand, was ultra-clean with his cookie creations. In fact, I'm not even sure he ate his. His aversion to all things outside of the Henry Pyramid is amazing. For those that don't know, Henry's Pyramid consists of hotdogs, popcorn, Kraft mac and cheese, watermelon, Swedish Fish, cheese quesadillas, and baked beans.Everything else is just a table setting.
Henry will be funny in his fat years.
What about Jo-Jo? Well, she's perfecting a bizarre-looking tripod soldier crawl. We captured her here before she opened the Hoffman Christmas gifts. Apparently, something they're getting caught her fancy.
Here's Joey and her cousin, Calle.
It was fascinating watching the two of them trade toys at Uncle Bob's Annual Christmas Eve bash. Baby communication among babies is hours of entertainment.
After the party, we arrived just in time to spread magic reindeer dust on the front yard.
Here's Henry doing his handy work with the dust.
After dusting the lawn, we sat for Daddy's renditions of T'was the Night Before Christmas and the Polar Express. Caroline took over for me half way through the former. I liked her version better.
Caroline was a little creeped out by Santa, though. I gauged her fear of the creepiness on the following unscientific Creepy Santa scale:
Funny creepy.
Hilarious creepy.
CREEPY!
Caroline was stuck at funny creepy. Hopefully, next year we'll be off the creepy scale and she'll be able to make her Aunt Kimmy proud and add to the Santa lap photo collection. Four is a good age for that, right?
Well, I'm going to go back to leading the Browns on their first NFL championship journey since 1964. That's what you do when the reality is too much to bear.
Mommy and the kids left daddy alone with a new Wii, a fridge stocked with beer and appetizers and nowhere to go until Monday.
And so I say, Happy Christmas to all and to all a good Wii.
Good night now.
