A Very Chuggy Christmas

Here's a brief little recap of our Christmas festivities, which actually ended only an hour or so ago (at least the present-opening part... side note: Rowan is going to be totally disappointed come tomorrow morning when, for the first time in three straight days, he has no gifts to open.)

Helping me make cream cheese frosting for the pumpkin cookies. In his apron, of course.


Christmas Eve pajamas. With this kid's recent propensity for removing at least half of his sleepwear almost every night these days, we were hoping jammies that featured his beloved Thomas might make it the whole night. Not so, though. I had to re-pant him when I checked on him around 11:00 p.m. Christmas Eve.


I feel like we might be breaking some unwritten rule by letting him open Chuggington toys while wearing Thomas pajamas. It's like wearing a Cubs hat and Sox jersey or something, right?


Rowan got an awesome garbage can/ toy storage bin from my parents. The kid loves a garbage can foot pedal, and this one makes cat and dog noises when the lid opens. He's in heaven. But we're all a little sick of the noise already, so this may be a bedroom or basement only "toy".







And some attempts at a nice family picture. It becomes, like, twelve times more difficult to get one with each one child you add, I'm fairly certain. Oh, the days when all I had to concern myself with in a picture was hiding my double chin and not squinting my left eye too much...




Merry Christmas!