And now the pictures we set up next to our fabric tree 2 weeks after Christmas. You know, for posterity. And because there was no way we were going to wait in line to get one of her screaming on Santa's lap when we can do basically the same thing right here in our own apartment.
NervousNow she's sad, maybe give her a doggie
Sorta okay with the distraction of her earsMad that we're trying to trick her into smiling
Then tons of fake cryingThis one's pretty good. We'll pretend it's the only one we have.
Not pictured: train delays, baby Rhoda!, Cafe Rio, BANG, our fancy date night to Medieval Times, delicious Christmas dinner, lots of cousin time, perfect baby Finn, Gwen finally saying mama!