And now we embark upon the traditional time of year where I can't ever get the date right. I'll be writing and saying 2015 for at least the next 30 days or so.
But at least it finally feels like winter. It felt like spring here for what seemed like weeks. It was over 70 degrees on Christmas Eve. I had to scrap the boys' cute Christmas pullovers and pull random shirts out of the closet.
We even took advantage of the warm temps and went for a run/bike ride/walk on Christmas Eve morning, in fact. Notice the short sleeves.
It was bizarre. But beyond that, the recent spate of weird warm winter was also a little scary. We had some terrible thunderstorms and at least one night of tornado warnings. I don't panic easily, but when the tornado sirens near your house are going off and the radar shows spiraling winds a few miles to the west, you start to get a little anxious.
We did wind up having a lovely warm Christmas, though. The boys gamely wore their matching Christmas pajamas (thank you, Hanna Andersson) so I could have nice pictures of them together. And everyone loved their gifts and no one was sick.
Perhaps the biggest hit of all the gifts was the R2-D2 laundry hamper that....Santa...brought to Andrew:
In fact, he even insisted on sleeping in it that night. He brought it into his bed, got inside the hamper (it's flimsy), pulled the sheets up, and snuggled in for a long winter's nap. Hey, whatever gets him to go to sleep at night, right?
Hope you had a lovely Christmas and a happy and safe New Year's Eve and Day!
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