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December '08

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(It was Monday when I started this, I've decided it will have to be written in installments).

I can say that because I don't think I've blogged but 3 times the entire month. So whilst I sit in the parking lot of the photo studio looking so unready for a picture myself and my husband is inside getting his DA photo taken and Ellyn and Sawyer are watching Robin Hood and Jane and Sadie are pretend fighting that I am sure will soon turn to real fighting in the back I will attempt to catch up.

It is 10:30 Monday morning. We pulled into our driveway at 11:30 last night after one whirlwind of a fabulous holiday week in Washington. I don't know if we've ever partied harder. I kid you not. Game nights until two in the morning, sledding, fondue feasting, chocolate dipping, remote helicopter flying, baby kissing, niece and nephew tickling, haircutting, hot tubbing, delicious food devouring, toy opening, toy loosing, toy finding, sibling teasing and conversing, Christmas shopping, weight gaining, snow driving, family loving, week.

The kids had their very first white Christmas. A beautiful blanket of snow covered everything. It was gorgeous, weighing down our beautiful evergreens, reflecting streetlights and christmas lights alike. Rooftops and roads piled high with a fresh coat made everything magical. That is except for driving. It made driving up to mom's house impossible in our Odyssey and our drive up to Kenn and Barb's house nearly impossible, but luckily there were SUVs a plenty between both families for the really bad days.

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