M Singing: "Noel, noel, born is the king of E-eng-ga-land" There was one other version, but I was too slow in writing it down and have forgotten it. It had me busting up laughing though.
Ok, now for some photographic evidence.
First, my new furniture. Merry Christmas to me... Sorry for the blurryness - it's a photo from C's phone. Of course I have myself a conniption if anyone tries to bring food or drinks or even stinky socks anywhere near my new grown-up furniture.
Next up: The choir of angels in the Christmas play at church. M could be heard over all of the other kids.
Jump to Christmas morning: the kiddos and their U.B. Funkeys, C playing with A's RC helicopter, the carnage of Christmas morning and the kiddos playing with their gifts.
And finally, my little girl is growing up. We purposely put holes in my daughter's body...
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