Hello 2016!
I'm going to ignore you for a smidge while posting photos from our days in December.
December was more fun anyhow.
This year, our family members who missed out on attending the Christmas program at Henry's school didn't miss too much. His expression stayed pretty consistently sour throughout the performance.
Wait, that's not entirely true. He did swap out to a pouty-lip once or twice.
The Winter Blast 5v5 tournament came with some wonky rules for the girls to learn, but Ella got the chance to step outside of her usual defender position a bit and scored a whopping three goals in the final game of the day.
Everybody loves Class Holiday Party day.
Gigi and Poppa came for a visit just before Christmas!
The obligatory Christmas Cookie Decorating event.
This year, we traded The Nutcracker for Elf! The Musical. A few less ballerinas and a few more laughs. There's no substitute for the classics, but we really enjoyed the show.
Henry knocked down some pins!
Ella turned 10.
She did not ask our permission.
Good save by Aunt Amy.
Drew's expression here wins this entire blog post.
For her birthday, she got her ears pierced. (A right of passage at age 10 for the Feighner family.) This is her Before shot.
And During...
...still During. And if I had an After shot that was in focus, I'd share. Oh, well.
She was clearly the bravest, coolest kid in the tattoo parlor that day.
Huddled around the computer, researching genealogy after dinner.
What a Monday morning looks like on Christmas Break.
For official family photos, we make them put on pants, of course.
As it turns out, Christmas Break evenings are not materially different from Christmas Break mornings.
SANTA CAME!!!!!
"Don't make me look at the camera, Mom. Someone could steal my new antler. I mean, seriously."
It took approximately 20 days between Santa bringing the trampoline and our first trampoline-related Urgent Care visit. And eight of those days, we were out of town at the lake.
I know, I know.
Christmas Day at the farm.
You know four-year olds. If anyone -- anywhere -- is opening a present, they are there by their side.
The next time we come to dinner at the farm, I expect this dish towel to be prominently displayed in the kitchen.
If memory serves, he said he was making me dinner.
What happens when they think no grown-ups are paying attention.
Escaping the city, we spent the week following Christmas out at the lake.
Game Night
Henry made his first snowball. Then lobbed it at me.
With kids going crazy, cooped up indoors, we took a field trip to see Star Wars at the local Graham, Texas movie theater.
We put the kids in charge of making cookies for dessert. It was (mostly) a success.
Happy New Year!