Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas Eve

From the Gryder Farm to you... we hope you all have a wonderful Christmas! This one is bound to be a crazy one for us! A 2 1/2 year old and a one year old... you can't contain the excitement!

The girls went and sat on Santa's lap yesterday. What a picture! Hopefully I can sweet talk someone into scanning it for me, as it is just too priceless to share. One day I know both girls will thank us for paying the $12 for a single 5x7 print!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Better late...

And now... for a few pictures from our tree decorating. A week late, but what were you really expecting??

Mary Claire immediately jumped in to help with the lights.
Although it was 4 pm, Emma started out with PJ's on (her 27th clothing change for the day). The PJ's didn't last long though...

And then out came the Christmas Bumble Bee.


Mary Claire's new favorite past time: climbing on stuff. Any stuff. Quite exciting. Living on the edge

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

After a lovely little mini-vacation to the Big City, I'm back home. Emma would not let me out of her sight from the moment I walked in the door... and I must admit, I loved every minute of it!



Now... back to the real world.... with a little Christmas gathering coming up this weekend followed by various other gift-swapping occasions, it's definitely time to get my present-buying in motion! At least we finally did get the tree up. Emma, of course, found it necessary to dress up as a Bumble Bee while decorating. Why not? Emma's job - decorating the bottom 2 feet of the tree with ornaments I deem to be "unbreakable" (unfortunately, my judgement on this was not always correct). Mary Claire's job - to pull down all ornaments on the bottom 2 feet of the tree and further test their unbreakable-ness.



We also introduced the Elf on the Shelf this year. Ours is named Jingle. Emma is deathly afraid of Jingle. Mary Claire doesn't know he exists. Hmmmm.... probably not what the Elf on the Shelf people planned. Emma looks at him, cowers, covering her chest, and says in a little voice, "I no like that eff". Maybe he will grow on her...