We made our traditional trip to the tree farm on one rainy, muddy night. I forgot to take a picture of Russ hacking it down, but here he is after he had netted it. There was absolutely no one else there and we made it just before they closed, and just in time to see Santa.
This is as close as BJ would get. It's the first time I've ever seen him be afraid of someone!
Bumpy and Sissy didn't want to sit on his knee or actually tell him what they wanted, but at least they stood near him for a picture... I think they just wanted a candy cane.
Anyway, the next day Ammon told me that Santa doesn't exsist, that it makes much more sense that it's moms and dads that play Santa. I thought he was a little young to quit believing in Santa, and I felt like if I really assured him that Santa was real, that he would still believe. But I couldn't do it. He was looking at me with that, "I'm trusting you to tell me the truth" look, so I told him that no, there is no Santa. But, he's not allowed to tell his sister or friends who still believe. He seems so grown up sometimes! But then he has problems making it to the potty and still throws tantrums, and I think that he doesn't act old enough. I guess I can't win either way.
The snowman I practically had to talk the kids into building (although they sure were excited to use a carrot for the nose.) We have had an unheard of amount of snow for the Northwest. School was canceled for the last 3 days before Christmas break started. And most of the roads are pure ice. 
Our gingerbread house:
The little candy snitcher:
Sissy at her preschool Christmas program. She was freezing cold, so she sat with my jacket on her. She was NOT excited about this program. But at least she got up there with her class. She looked incredible frightened, and bit her nails the whole time, but hey, she was up there and we are proud of her. My pictures of her up there didn't turn out though.
