One older...
One younger...

One brunette...

One blond...

They, of course, lived happily ever after. You know, more or less...
More pink laundry than you can imagine...


One blond...

They, of course, lived happily ever after. You know, more or less...
The weird perspective in the first is because I'm scooting backwards on a chair. Yes, I am wearing old pajama pants from high school. Yes, Gabriella is convinced that she has to take all of her regular clothes off to dress up like a "chef."

ps- Yep, that is a big 'ol bruise on her head. When we were in Iowa my Dad predicted that she would be getting a few of those in the near future. This is her first big head bonk... and I don't even know exactly how she got it!
Juliana wasn't so sure about the Santa thing, but she did OK.