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Guess what my mom gave me for Christmas?
She said she figured this was the only way to make me stop whining about it. You can see where I get my own compassionate mothering skills, if there was any doubt in your mind.
From the picture, you might get the impression that I am actually able to ride it already. Do not be fooled. Truthfully, I did manage to get the pedals to go around about three times for this photo, but that's rare at this point. I will get it, though. It's my destiny.
Here are a few kid pictures, because we all know that's why most of you (my relatives) read this blog.
Here Zaya is meeting Woodbottle, his gift from our neighbor, Carl. (Zaya named it. I have no idea, so don't ask.)
Mim strikes a pose in her new princess dress from the Aunt-who-shall-remain-nameless. My Uncle E in the picture is wearing a T-shirt from despair.com. If you'd like to see it, head to that URL and search through their t-shirt selection for "points of view". It's great.
Here are the stockings at Grandma Lilibeth's house. We opened presents at night on the 24th after the Christmas Eve Program; hence the formal attire.
There are two Christmas events (not counting tomorrow) not represented by pictures. I'll get to those. Really.