Millie’s school Christmas program was a hoot. Literally. They were hooting.
Like little owls, the kids were hooting, when they didn’t know the words.

What I loved most though, was seeing the grand exit. Millie later informed me that she and Sammy always share a ring on the rope, while everyone else has their own. I LOVE that! Sharing is fun.

Before Christmas, we traveled down to the Hill Country to visit Bobby’s parents.
Mills got in some bakin’ time with Gran!

Behind their house is a rad playground area that we definitely took advantage of.
Bobby and Mills tore it up on the swings!

Bobby took these next two of Mills and me.
I just treasure these, and think he did a pretty kickass job for his first time holding a DSLR.

Later, we got to open some gifts. I adore the way Bobby’s dad adores Mills.

On Christmas Eve, we walked (Mills rode in the wagon with the food) down to my mom’s for our annual fancy dinner.

Don’t know what this face is about, but it makes me laugh.

Somebody get me some oxygen, stat. Mills just took my breath away.

Christmas morning at our house was filled with laughter, the neighs and whinnies of My Little Pony, Barbie keyboard tunes, my new Kenneth the Page bobblehead’s words of wisdom (haters to the left), and later the snores of a worn out family.