Left without adult supervision for 5 minutes, Elle can whip up a snazzy holiday ensemble...
Which would be infinitely cuter if her chosen accessories weren't previously functioning as Stephanie and Brice's stockings, ripped down from the chimney with care...
E (more or less) respects the One Finger Ornament rule, although she elects to use what she calls her "Daddy finger"
Our elf, Elf, makes dutiful trips back to the North Pole each night between his various landing spots in our house. Apparently Mrs. Claus made a high-fiber meal one night while we were in Florida...
We went to see Santa, and E practiced her "Cheese" face
She seemed more enamored with the camera man than with Santa, but had no problem sitting on the big guy's lap and telling him she wanted a Ferrari. Wonder whose list she's been studying? Santa said he'd "see what he could do". Good luck.
Here's her look of skepticism that Santa could indeed fit the Pink Ferrari on his sleigh.
Turns out, she was absolutely giddy with excitement over her stickers, plastic yoyo, and candy cane. Maybe she'll forget about that other request...
I was pretty proud of my impromptu Play-doh Christmas Tree. Which of course I promptly disassembled and carefullly returned each color to its appropriate container. I have zero tolerance for contamination of colors. Don't test me.
We frolicked with giant inflatable snow people.
And almost got a family picture with all members smiling. 67% is above average.
Next festivity: Gingerbread Cookies!
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