Family Christmas Party & Incriminating Photos

For our family Christmas party this year we went up the canyon where my mom had reserved a cabin.  It was cozy to be up in the mountains, and all the kids could go sledding before dinner.  Santa even came by to say hello and bring gifts.  He's so thoughtful like that.  My niece told me that we must be special for Santa to come see us personally.  I told her he only takes time out for his favorites, especially so close to Christmas.

After Santa's visit sledding picked back up again, and let's just say we had a merry time.  I'm not sure how or why this came to past, but I think we can all agree we're glad it did:

Go ahead, click on it to make it larger.  You certainly won't regret it.

Is there an age limit to tandem sledding?

I think we proved no, there isn't.  Nothing wrong with a little brotherly love.  It's like poetry.

I Got Christmas Covered

My Christmas Tree at home may be a little on the disfigured side, but I made a tree at work the kits can't touch:

If you can't tell, it's made out of hands.  (Not literal hands, but hands cut out of paper.)

It was a good use of company time.

Sweet Mother Of Christmas Trees

Last night we finally put up our Christmas Tree.  We put this off because our cats are . . . not sure how to put this . . . overly fascinated with our tree.  Every year we put up the tree and it looks great, and then we take some time every day after that to put all the ornaments back on the tree after the cats knock them all off.  As we were putting the tree up last night we ran into a few road blocks.  One, half our lights didn't work, I couldn't figure out why until I noticed deep punctures in some of the bases of the lights.  They looked just the right size of hole for a kitty with a death wish.  So, we focused on putting what lights we had left on the front of the tree, since it was going in a corner and the back didn't need to look pretty.  Second, we had a dwindling supply of ornaments, since most of them either were broken by our devil animals, or lost- I'm sure spirited off to the same place all things seem to go missing around my house.  It's ok though, even with a handful of ornaments, (we just stuck those on the front too) I think it turned out pretty good.

Though, if you look closely you can see the signs.  Signs that this was not going to end well no matter how optimistic I was about my cats growing out of their tree obsession.

There, a cat.  At this point the tree had been up for about five minutes.  However, I remain positive; she's just sitting there enjoying the ambiance.  Who wouldn't want to curl up under a Christmas Tree?

I woke up and started getting ready for work.  Jordan asked if I had seen the tree, to which I replied that I was scared to go look in the living room.  Mostly because I already found an ornament in the bathroom.  I forgot about it until I went to leave for work, and walked into the living room to this:

They didn't even bother to flee the scene!

Doesn't she look oh so cozy?

I tried to put it back together and stand it up again, but it still leaned forward and there were big gaps where the branches had been pushed down where I'm assuming they had roosted for the night.

Over all I think it's an improvement.

Fantastic.

Let's Play a Game

A little game called "What's in the bag?".  Kea is curious to know as well.

Go ahead take a guess. . .

Scarves?

Tissues?

Gingerbread?

Elves?

Chocolate?

Foreign currency?

 A massive amount of bubble gum?

A pillow of immeasurable softness?

Santa's undergarments?

Blood diamonds?

Dragon eggs?

A lifetime supply of post-it notes?

Part of a cloud?

Well, I suppose we should just find out for ourselves:

OH!  It's Kloe!  Yeah, I guess that's no surprise.