Trim the Tree

 This is probably the last year for footie jammies - sad, but true.  What will Christmas be without my kids in their footie jams?   Almost every dear memory of Christmas time includes this toasty nightwear.  I suppose it gives me a reason to savor this year a bit more.

These two tweenie-weenies won't even wear normal jammies.  It's a hobo array of hoodies and flannel pants.  I will say, they were really helpful when they helped put out the Christmas decorations this year.  We've hit a stage where, when they help, it's actually help.  This is huge here.  Like last night -- I teasingly said, "Why don't you come up with a sidedish for my beautiful dinner?"  Without skipping a beat, Claire said, "I'll make a salad."   "GREAT!"  And so we had a beautiful salad with my "beautiful" tuna melts.