So, we decorated our tree earlier this week. We got it all done, drank our hot chocolate, did our normal bedtime routine, and skadoodled the kids to bed. Then I remembered! Grammy had made all the grandkids Christmas pajamas. I'd been saving them until December and what a perfect time to get them out...the night we do the decorating. Missed that Kodak moment.
Seeing as the month is 31 days long and I'm a flexible one, I handed out Christmas pajamas the next night and thought we'd do a little photo shoot to show Grammy how great the guys look in their festive jammies.
We took 5 pictures and then I declared that we'd have to have a "do over" another night. They needed to go to bed and I needed them to go to bed. As I looked back over the shots, I cracked up and have decided to narrate them for you from the little guy's perspective.
What is going on here? And, where'd my right foot go? Anyone? Help a brother out?
Okay, seriously, mama, these kids are crazy. I'm over this! And, my right foot, hello, STILL GONE!
NOW I have to take individual pictures with the brothers?! Will this EVER end?!!!!!!!!????????
"MAMA!!!!!" Not fair. He can't get me from the back. The kids got like 25 pounds, 2 feet, and 6 years on me. All I'm asking for is fair warning. What's a boy gotta do for some help around here?!
Needless to say we didn't make it to the Elijah and Dane photos. I shut it down. Bedtime all around.