Christmassy Pictures And Stuff

My favorite ornament ... or "orgament", if you're Ashy ...

Decorating the tree ...

Avery can make a gingerbread house with her eyes closed.  Anistyn could probably eat one with her eyes closed ...

"Mom, my hot chocolate tastes like dirt."  Thanks for the feedback Ashy.  I'll be sure to tell Williams-Sonoma.

Candy Cane Milkshakes on Christmas Eve ... a Pryor Family tradition.

Santa Tracking ...

Checking out Santa's spread ...

Sampling Santa's spread ... "Oh No She Didn't!"

Christmas Eve ... when not a creature was stirring, FINALLY.

Christmas morning ... Avery is overwhelmed, Anistyn is moved to tears, Ashy is still trying to fix her pant legs (she hates it when they ride, especially on Christmas morning) ...

Anistyn remains at her post until she can fully assess the situation ...

Situation Fully Assessed.

Still getting use to the big shark in the room ... literally.  Avery asked Santa for this remote control shark blimp thingy ... 'thingy' being the operative word. 

It's been an adjustment ... for some more than others.

"You guys all see that shark, right?  The one hovering over my head?  Am I even safe here anymore?"

Reading the note that Santa left, which I'm sure is just a formality.  "Dude, he likeded our cookies!!!" ~Ashy Pryor

Our neighbors gave us this little ditty before they moved away ... which just goes to show you, that one man's trash is another man's weird flashing candy cane sign in their family room on Christmas morning.

Wardrobe change ...

Playing with the lovers from Tangled ...

Flying ... Remote-Controlling ... Whatever ... Don't bother talking to her, she won't respond.

Jackpot.

And then I opened a 2 pound bag of jelly beans that my mother-in-law gifted me ... and I pretty much stopped taking pictures for the rest of the day, you know, so I could really focus on my jelly beans ...

But Merry Christmas from our impractical gifts to yours ...

We Just Wanted To Feel Cold On Christmas Eve ....

... is that so wrong?

In Ashy's defense, she had a really small breakfast.

The first of many wipe-outs for Miss Avery ...

No worries.

She always manages to get back up and lick the snow off her face.

Meanwhile, Anistyn's behind me throwing snow in her face ...

... and surprise-surprise,

... she doesn't like it.

Jared finally talks Ashy into going it alone ...

He says, "Everything will be fine."

"Sledding is SO fun."

"It's perfectly safe."

"ASHY!!! WATCH OUT FOR THAT STUMP!"

"Ohhhhhhhh Fuuuuudddddggggggeeeee."

And she's OKAY!

World's Worst Snowball Maker.

Avery stays busy with her "Snow Projects" ...

She denies any accusations that she looks cold ... 

Anistyn agrees to sled, but only if she doesn't have to look ...

Jared somehow manages to talk Ashy into another run ...

This time, more fun, less tragic.

Avery's making snow angels.  And no, she's NOT cold.  Would you please stop asking?

Jared plays "Tip The Two-Year Old" with Anistyn ...

Afterward, a disgruntled Anistyn stomps over to me and tells me that snow is highly overrated.

Her sisters do not agree with that statement.

Anistyn and I hang it up, head back to Big Blue and spend the rest of the afternoon watching everyone else sled in the comfort of our pj's, with the heat on high ...

That whole bit about wanting to feel cold on Christmas Eve?  Yeah, nevermind.

Merry Christmas everyone!