Christmas

Our Christmas morning started at 4 am when our (finally) teething toddler decided to wake up and freak out for an hour and a half. That's why at 7 am when everyone else was more ready to wake up, this is what little brother and hubby looked like! It also turns out that I didn't really take very many pictures of Christmas. Whoops. So here are the few that we actually have of our holiday.

I know I'm biased but I think they are so cute!

This year was the year of dress up. G got a knight costume that he wouldn't take off all day. We've never bought weapons for the boys before but the costume came with a sword. The boys fought over it all day and the next until we finally hid it. I'm really not sure where it is (not that I'm too sad about that).

How many times do you see a knight with a kids digital camera? Not often enough, I'd wager.

You can't tell from the picture but all E wanted on Christmas morning was to eat candy. Here he is trying to open a candy cane. He walked from person to person trying to charm them into opening candy for him. The little beggar.

Dress up pajamas from Grandpa B. G is spiderman and E has spongebob. My mom also made reversible superhero capes for G, E, and Hubby. I haven't gotten a picture yet so I'll try to post one when I do. It was pretty funny to watch all three of them running in circles around our house in capes.

All in all, we are so grateful for our family--both extended and our special little Team B. We feel so blessed to have one another. Here's to another wonderful year!

We celebrated Christmas yesterday with hubby's mom and she gave the boys these pajamas. I couldn't stop laughing last night, I thought they were so funny. What can we say? We're just animals over here. 

There's nothing sadder than...

Watching your one year sobbing and vomiting all over themselves in their car seat while you are sitting in the Target parking lot, helpless to make it stop. 

The weirdest part was that while it was gross, it wasn't as gross as I would have imagined it would be. At one point he started throwing up again in the kitchen (and I realized the moment had long past during which I could transport him to the bathroom or anywhere better) I felt so bad for him and he wanted comforting so badly that I just let him snuggle on my lap while he threw up a little bit more on me. 

That's what I call love. 

...And laundry day.

Just so you know...

We (I) decided it was finally time for our little urchin child to get a haircut. His very first. Dad was very sad because he liked to do crazy things like make mohawks in the bathtub and take pictures. 

This was probably the most difficult and consequently worst haircut ever. By the end, E was sucking on a hair covered candy cane and trying to climb out of the tub with one hand. 

This is how he sleeps every night. Notice his short hair. He is such a big kid now! 

In the meantime, G seems to be going the opposite direction in his hairstyling choices. 

Rockin' the mullet wig. Like father like son.

Finally, in case all you locals didn't notice, it snowed.  

Dad and G had a great time.

Then E woke up early from his nap so we brought him out too.

He proceeded to whine until our ears bled, so all in all it was a pretty normal day.

I do believe winter has begun.