Has it been seasonal around here! And by that, yes, I mean crazy. So many things keeping me away from recording our lives in these silly posts, "creating material for the Web Log," that's how I categorize the slots of time that are too full of life to have time to stop and muse about it.
Shopping, list making, Advent praying, soul searching, you know, buying a house, stuff like that.
So, yes, that means a sad, sand-filled goodbye to the beloved Beach House days. Won't miss the sand. In our beds. In our toothbrushes. In our, you get the picture.
We close on the new house in just a couple weeks, making the Christmas busy-ness all the more busy. We have been so very blessed to have the life that we had on the beach here, and certainly didn't expect to find a permanent home so soon. Being the gypsies we are, we are only excited to move on to the next new thing...what's wrong with us!!!
But fully expect the upcoming posts to be very beach filled, including, I am so hoping, tomorrow to bring the Web Log the conclusion of my Wanna See the Beach House series. Inside!
Anyway, blabber blabber, what I really wanted to show off are the outtakes of our beloved Christmas card. We love our yearly Christmas card, always. Brings us so much happiness to create and share.
And tears, it brings us lots and lots of tears. And that, Dear Web Log, is what I bring you today:
|Gosh, Joseph, thanks! Almost a perfect picture on the FIRST TAKE!|
Wouldn't want to pose for a perfect picture so soon and
miss out on the ensuing chaos!
|Why don't we bring the dog into the mix, that always|
makes things easier.
|One of the more treasured moments.|
Wouldn't want to be Joseph.
|Practicing for the perfect smile.|
|Total loss of parental control.|
Nice pants, Peter.
Nice diaper, Isaac.
|I want to be left alone!|
No more paparazzi!
...And you'll have to stay tuned to find out if we got One. Good. Shot. Merry Christmas Card!