Brooklyn looking like a Binford tool girl wearing high heels while using power tools.
Clay who was thoroughly UNimpressed with the workbench. "I can't make real stuff with it!"
Lex just looking cute
Savannah happy with her music
Jax ready to hit the waves (it's actually a dry erase/magnet board)
Austin eating some beef jerky for breakfast
Here's the difference between your first child and your sixth. See my sister's first child, Dominick, sitting on my mom's lap. He's decked out to the nines for Christmas day - plaid shirt, red sweater vest, black cords and cute little black dress shoes. And then there's my sixth child. Yep, she's wearing an old bathing suit over a diaper for Christmas day.
And now you know the difference.
Instead of exchanging gifts, this year we just did a white elephant exchange among the adults. Here my brother-in-law, Sam holds up his white elephant. Literally. My mom sewed that up 2 days ago for the exchange. Everyone's a comedian in my family.
My sister and I always do socks for each other and Deb always comes up with THE MOST AWESOME stuff ever to put in my sock. This year, my favorite was a toss-up between this shirt (Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.) LOVE IT!!!
Penne Dawn! (from the creator of Fusilli Jerry) I LOVE IT! Now, there's not only Fusilli Jerry and Macaroni Midler, but Penne Dawn. PENne Dawn? Get it? Because I'm a writer! Deb's so clever! Let's get a closer look...
She comes complete with a copy of my best selling book Because I Said So! LOL! And check out the belt! OK, here's the story behind the belt...
About 12 or so years ago, my aunt gave my sister and me two old rings that she'd had. She told us that we could each have one. Deb and I couldn't decide who would get which ring and joked that we could each take a ring and then just switch off now and then. Thus began our tradition of giving these rings back and forth to one another.
For about 12 years, for every holiday, birthday, or special occasion, we've given these rings to each other. When my sister got married, I tied the rings to the ring bearer's pillow at the rehearsal. One year, we were out to dinner for my birthday and when I looked away, my sister slipped a ring into my drink. One Valentine's Day, I carefully opened the cellophane on a heart shaped box of candy, put the ring in the box among the chocolates, wrapped the cellophane back around the box, and gave it to her. We've hidden them in plastic Easter eggs. Last year, Deb took a monster pencil topper and attached a ring (like a crown) on its head and put it in my stocking. These rings have been passed back and forth in the most hilarious ways for years. I think this one takes the cake though. There's no way I can give it back to Deb unless I break Penne Dawn or give her back the whole pasta creation. I'm going to have to think about this one.
Tonight we go to my inlaws to continue the celebration!