We went to Oakley for our traditional Christmas Eve celebrations. "W" went sledding for the first time. By the end of it, Daddy had him going down face first on the sled. I was waiting for him to cry from frozen fingers and toes, but he ended up outlasting me and would have stayed out longer, had it not been time to eat. So, either I'm a sissy or he's tougher than most babies. I like to consider the latter.
And, of course the annual Christmas Eve jammies, which are so adorable that I would like to take credit for them, but in truth it was Grandma, she cranked out 2 sets of pjs and a nightgown, before I could make it up to help her. I couldn't have chosen cuter fabric, houndstooth plaid.
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