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It’s almost like the Christmas that would never end, isn’t it? Well, get used to it. This is an H-blog world and you’re just living in it.


Don’t you love how they have the same zone-out face? It actually happens a lot. I love all the flashes of Ken I see in the girls. I love how they are an even mix of the two of us.


Christmas Eve has the same rhythm for us every year, no matter where we are. Momma makes shrimp creole for dinner (yum!) and we open one present which is always new pajamas. I might actually like Christmas Eve more than Christmas day. Maybe.


The girls had a very monochromatic dinner of mac and cheese and orange slices. Yup, mom of the year over here. AND I let them watch White Christmas while they were eating. Technically, everyone was watching it, but I purposefully positioned the highchairs so the girls could see the TV.


Look how cute her little feet are! Her feet are, like, half the size of Haley’s. It’s adorable!


The girls got to open their pajamas before they went to bed. First they opened the presents from Gramma and Grandpa (my parents).




Oh, the drool. It’s the teething that never ends in this house.


And then they opened the presents from Nanita and Papa Bear (Ken’s parents).



These p.j.s came with a stuffed puppy, which is only the girls favorite thing in the entire world. Do you see the excitement on Hazel’s face?




Those pajamas are so cute, but soooo big! They are size 18 months. They should fit perfectly next Christmas.


Clothing tags = endless fascination.


I think the real winner of the evening was the puppy dogs. Just wait until you see how excited Haley got over these.





Let the wild rumpus begin!





And then there’s Hazel checking out Rosemary Clooney. We watched so many musicals over the break (and by watch, I mean I had them playing while we played and went about our day. I like the background noise) that I now have Hazel trained to clap after musical numbers. Or clap all the way through musical numbers. It’s super super cute!

Shortly after this the babies went to bed and we had our dinner. I love my mom’s shrimp creole. We are most likely going to be in Alaska next Christmas and I want my mom to make me some shrimp creole to take with me so I don’t get cheated out of my yearly fix. I also drank, probably, a little too much wine because we had enough bottles to stock a small winery. I’m not exaggerating. Okay, maybe a little, but not much. And then we got to open our pajamas!


Ken said he felt like it was a game of one of these things is not like the other. πŸ™‚ Love my family! The one I was born into and the one Ken and I have created. I would be nothing without these people.

Next up, the finale! At last there will be an end to Christmas! Or at least to this series of posts. You know, just in time for birthday stuff. 18 more days, peeps. 18.


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One of the activities Black Butte Ranch was doing to inject everyone in the butt with Christmas spirit was a carriage ride. My mom and I were really excited about that. So excited that we mentioned it again. and again. and again. That and if we showed up 15 minutes early we got a free espresso drink. My sister is reading this and rolling her eyes. We talked about it a lot.


Turns out there were no espresso drinks, but there was free hot chocolate, apple cider, and coffee. As long as it still has the word free in front of it, I’m a happy camper.


There’s a lake out there… somewhere.




And my mom and I continued the obnoxiousness by singing Christmas carols. While my brother and dad talked about politics. We were in a carriage with jingle bells, being pulled by two horses through snow. We were morally obligated to sing.


I will say that I think the girls were a little too young for this. They were super bundled and we had blankets over them, so it wasn’t an issue of weather, but it was an issue of time. The carriage ride last 20 minutes and they get bored sitting on our laps real fast. Hence the singing and letting Hazel think I was going to let her have some of my cocoa.








She’s going to be so embarrassed by this ensemble when she’s older.






My sister was teasing me because every time she turns the camera towards me I stop talking and smile. It’s a survival technique when your sister is a photographer. A girl’s got to do something to cut down on the unattractive/awkward pictures.



My Momma. πŸ™‚




These guys were covered with sweat. They were working HARD!



Up next is part 3: Christmas Eve!

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Oh yeah… I was supposed to continue sharing my Christmas. Oops. My only excuse is that work started up again after a heavenly break. Blarg. Who thought up this whole you-have-to-work-to-make-money-so-that-your-family-won’t-starve thing? Boo on you, whoever you are! Boo, I say!

Christmas Eve dawned snowy and bright, much to my mom and Ken’s joy. They love the snow. But I think Charlie The Labrador loves it more. Seriously, there is no greater joy than a big puppy bounding through a foot and a half (at LEAST!) of snow. Except for baby giggles. But I’m biased. πŸ™‚


Evidently, coasters are a pretty awesome toy. I had no idea, but Hazel schooled me in the ways of coaster playing.



DSC_0112I love the big kid pajamas. I can’t believe they are in 12-28 months sizes already… except for Garanimals. Because the people are Garanimals think that all kids are a mile wide and therefore they never fit my kids. But these ones do and I think they are super cute!


Hazel’s best friend. I’m not even exaggerating. She loves Katy so much! And Katy, being ancient and blind and super sweet, is really gently and patient with my girls.



Oh yeah, and they discovered stairs. Let me tell you how many times I thanked my lucky stars that we have never lived anywhere with stairs.





It’s really nice to vacation with my family. It’s so much fun to have all of us in one house and to know that I have many, many hands to help with the girls and to have my mom cooking meals. My mom is a great cook and I always eat too much. It’s also so great to see the girls surrounded by so much love.

All that busy-ness, by the way, took place in, like an hour. Eventually, we wore the girls down, got them down for a nap, and when they woke up I got them dressed so we could go on our carriage ride! Yup, carriage ride!



Coming up next: Part 3: The Carriage Ride.

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Christmas was wonderful this year! Absolutely wonderful!

Christmas has been done at my parents house for years and years, ever since my grandmother passed away. When my grandpa died a few years ago, my mom began to mutter and make noises about wanting to shake up our normal routine. We finally managed it this year. We went to Black Butte Ranch, which is somewhere my family has been going during the summer for years. We spent, I think, one Christmas there when I was much younger (Mom, correct me if I’m remembering this wrong), but we hadn’t done that in a very long time.

It was horrible getting there though. There was a downed tree in the pass, and stop and start traffic, and long story short it took us 5.5 hours. With two babies. Who aren’t fans of long car rides. BUT we made it and lived to tell the tale. And I only had maybe three heart attacks.


By the time we got there it was 5:30 (the girls eat dinner usually at 5), so I shoved food into them as quick as I could and then the girls got to play and explore.


Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend got it wrong. A girl’s best friend is the remote control.






Like Haley’s dancing feet? I do. I have dreams of future prima ballerinas. Or Rockettes. Or Riverdance. Or hoofers. Just nothing with the word exotic in front of it.






It’s the attack of the Haley-Monster!



Hazel’s new best friend, Katy. She loves my mom’s dogs so much. And Katy is so sweet and patient with her. And Charlie is just a spaz.


Part 2 coming soon!

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