I couldn’t come up with one.

Last night, the girls decorated Grandma’s christmas tree. It’s become a tradition that we all love. I guess I should say the kids decorated her tree, as Clark participates now, too. It started out being just the girls, when they were quite little. They usually do it while Nate and I are out for our anniversary, but things got switched around a bit this year, so Nate and I were there and I was able to take pictures and play Christmas songs on my guitar.

In that last picture, you can see a little of Abby’s brioche hat. Here’s another shot that my internet shy friend took at school last week.

Our tree is up, but not decorated yet.

My list of things to do is humungous. I’m chipping away at it. Don’t know when we’ll get to the tree. Max doesn’t want me to do anything but hold him today.

This is a picture I took of Clark yesterday when he was supposed to be napping.

He has a screwdriver and a 2 inch screw that he’s drilling into the wall. I should probably have been upset, but I was really amused.