So ornaments were packed away, lights unstrung, and the tree carried out to the curb. Then Katie and Julie put on their coats and went out to the curb to say good bye to the tree. I wish I'd had a camera handy.
I did have a camera handy for much of the rest of the Christmas season, so if you'd like to see what the family was up to this Christmas, here's your chance. :)
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Christmas Tree 2010 Here's our Christmas tree for this year. We got it right after I got back from Chambanacon on Sunday; then it took a week to get it decorated; then *eventually* I got around to taking a picture. :) |
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Breakfast Time We met Jeff at Gail's Carriage House on Christmas Eve because Santa was there for lunch. We *ate* breakfast, because the breakfast was quite good. So was seeing Santa. There's a picture somewhere that I need to scan and post. *sigh* |
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Jeff Opens Presents Jeff and Carol came over for Christmas Eve dinner and we exchanged presents. Jeff's opening a book that we got him just now. |
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Carol Opens Presents And here are Katie and Julie helping Aunt Carol open *her* presents. Katie picked out the necklace and earrings herself. |
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Trying Out the Sleeping Bags Uncle Jeff and Aunt Carol gave Katie and Julie sleeping bags for Christmas. They were *very* popular. |
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Christmas Tree With Presents And here's a shot of the Christmas tree with all of the presents. |
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Katie and Her Friends All of the present opening action on Christmas morning is on the video camera. I must do something about that later. In the meantime, here's Katie and her friends, including Roo, Big Georgie, and two of the Wonder Pets, all of whom arrived on Christmas. And, of course, Badi... |
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Sorting Cards Then it was off to Carol's sister's house out in Crystal Lake for Christmas dinner. Jeff borrowed my camera here to take this shot of Carol sorting cards with Katie, Julie, and their sort-of-cousin Ireland. |
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The Family Portrait Jeff was good enough to snap a picture of us at the table before dinner. Naturally, Julie had to pick up her napkin at just the wrong moment. Shy kid... |
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Ready For My Closeup So I had to take more pictures of Julie later. |
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Is This Good? And wonder of wonders! Julie decided to pose, perhaps making up for the earlier napkin incident. |
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I've Got My Eye On You You *should* be aware that I *know* that you've got that camera, Dad. |
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Is My Hair Ok? How's my hair look? Is it ok? Well, maybe... |
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Gretchen, Katie, and Julie And here's Gretchen (not paying attention) with Katie and Julie in the lovely Christmas dresses that my dad's widow, Connie, sent them. |
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Jeff Ties One On And here's Jeff tying one on. I *know* there was nothing in the egg nog -- except egg nog! |
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Princess Katie Ireland got a princess outfit for Christmas and was good enough to let Katie and Julie wear it too. So here's Princess Katie. |
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Princess Julie And here's Princess Julie. |
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Kiss the Ring, Darling Yes, this outfit comes complete with bling. |
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Excited I have *no* idea what Katie was so excited about here, but it was clearly *something*. |
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Sisters And here are Katie and Julie -- Katie posing for the camera, Julie perhaps having located the second star to the right... |
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Time for Pie Later, it was time for pie. There's *always* room for pie. |
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On a Carousel On the day after Christmas, we went up to Gurnee Mills to exchange the far-bigger-than-Gretchen-had-in-mind roasting pan and rack that I'd bought her for Christmas. Katie and Julie were enticed into good behavior by the promise of a ride on the carousel. This would have gone more smoothly if I hadn't misread the map and led us to the wrong end of the mall first. I went and got the van, loaded everyone in it, and then drove to the opposite end of the mall so Katie and Julie could have their carousel ride. Gretchen, who had had *quite enough* of Gurnee Mills on Boxing Day, waited in the van. |
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Ride That Bunny Julie, meanwhile, was happy to ride her bunny. |
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Thank You, Daddy And happy that Daddy had taken his girls to the carousel after all. |
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