My Apologies to the Readers

I don't know what happened.  I swear I took more pictures.  I mean, it was Christmas for crying out loud and we were in Utah spending the holidays with family.  So I should have been snapping photos left and right, documenting every second of this special and momentous intersection of the lives of so many of our loved ones.  But alas, when I came home and took an inventory of my photos, I was dismayed to discover that all I really have on my camera's memory card are shots of my kids wildly opening up their gifts.  It makes us appear so materialistic.  And maybe we are.  So my apologies to the readers that the following entry is basically a documentation of our children's Christmas gift-opening frenzy.  I swear, we did a lot more than just open up presents.

Here's a shot of the Christmas tree that A. and P. decorated all by themselves on Christmas Eve at Gma M.'s house.  (I guess I did get at least one photo that doesn't have a present in it.)

Au. examines her sisters' workmanship.

And the present-fest begins!  First we see what Santa brought us.  (Thanks Santa!)

Then we open what Grandma gave us.  (Thanks Grandma!!)

Then we drive to our other Grandma's house and open up even more presents there with our cousins.  (Thanks again Grandma and Grandpa!)

And when we're all done opening up our presents, we help Grandpa open up his.

Au.'s just glad she didn't get lost in all that ripped up wrapping paper!