Red Tights.

She wonders why her legs itch, but it certainly couldn't be the tights. She wore these days at a time, even putting them on slightly wet when the dryer wasn't drying fast enough.

I present to you....the Red Tights.

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We got Hallie an i-phone for Christmas. I mean, she's already three, so really it's overdue.

She rocks at "testing." Ask Dylan. Or Bob.

Christmas, Take 5.

Last one? I think so.

After naps on Christmas Day (for ALL of us), we packed up the car and headed to St. Louis for some Chronister Christmas Fun. I think Dave and Aunt Liz will agree that the noise volume (high) and dogs barking (a lot) truly make Christmas...Christmas.

Oh, and all photo credit goes to Dave for the following pictures (all except the last two).

So blame him, Lauren.

Meg, you look gorgeous.

Don't I look tall?!

And then...time to go home.

Christmas, Take 4.

After Barb's, we came home and tried to settle down the blonde-haired wonder. She was wound. She wanted to write Santa a "note" that ended up taking until 10:30 to complete. And we still had a scooter to assemble and presents to set out from Santa.

We did the obligatory milk and cookies for Santa, and carrots for the reindeer. Zoey ended up eating them while we were downstairs assembling said scooter, so thanks for that.

Hallie was thrilled with her scooter, tape and scissors, and when it was all said and done we were left with two presents still under the tree. We are saving them for her birthday. Hey, she said she was done!

Christmas, Take 3.

Or, Christmas Eve, Take 2. Confused yet?

After Lucille's, we packed up and headed to Barb's for some serious chaos. Everyone had a blast. It really was a wonderful night. Good luck seeing that through the blurry photos. My camera had a small melt down. Or, user error.

*photo credit to Dave.

*photo credit to Dave.

*photo credit to Dave.

*photo credit to Dave.

*photo credit to Mackenzie.

*photo credit to Dave. Yes, Dave.

Christmas, Take 2.

Christmas Eve. It's so big that I'm splitting this single night into two posts. Otherwise the pictures would not fit.

After a quickie church service, we started the night at Lucille's house. After the Christmas Pickle, things got pretty wild. (the sounded kind of dirty).

I blame the Snuggies. Who knew that a SNUGGIE would be a huge hit?

Lucille, that's who.

Christmas, Take I.

Does it make me shallow to have a picture of myself hugging a TV? I don't care. Who knew how much I would miss watching TV in bed? Not me, but I tell ya...take something away and you'll realize it pretty quickly how much you miss it!

Christmas with my mom was wonderful. Too bad I forgot the damn Wii cable, as I'm sure it would have been better. At least the pizza was good. HA.

Ah, Christmas.

I have so many pictures. Where to start, where to start?

I mean, I seriously have 18 million pictures and I don't want to leave anyone out. So like last year, I will do it in parts.

Part I will begin tomorrow. Get ready. Here's a few generic pics to curb your anticipation (right?).

I'm Working.

On a new blog banner.

On New Year's Resolutions.

On Christmas Posts.

On regular WORK, doing work kind of stuff too.

Stay tuned.

But for now, Mattlemon (Matt Lemon, but only called "MattLemon," one word.

Otherwise known as Hallie's beloved.

Housewife For Sale.

*Tiara not included.

Hello, 2010.

I have decided to welcome you sans bra, makeup or deodorant.

It's going to be a great year. I can feel it.