its not christmas without footie pajamas

And footie pajamas buyer's remorse.

Some pictures from our Christmas. Since I'm still handing out Christmas cards, a blog post about Christmas in mid-January is practically early. 

 I swore I wasn't going to buy footie pajamas anymore--they're a pain to get on (Eliot refuses to put them on by herself), they are a pain to change diapers in and there seems to be a direct correlation between wearing them and bed wetting. But when I saw these, I couldn't pass them up.

I regretted buying them even before the major breakdown in the bathroom of the Seoul -Inchean airport with me telling Eliot she had to put them on herself, as I was holding Vi and Rocky was incapacitated (flu business), or we were leaving her there to stay. She answered by laying on the ground, pancake style, and crying that she didn't want to stay in the airport but she couldn't do it herself.

So we left her. Can't make promises I'm not going to keep, sets a bad precedent.

Pearl Jam showing up my girls by smiling for the camera.

 Vi's stocking is still an item on my to do list.

Vi clearly isn't impressed by her stocking.

 Luckily Eliot's easier to please.

The swim cap was a big hit.

Santa must have known I'm a BIG playmobil fan. Eliot likes it too. I love seeing her playing with it.

Their adorable outfits spell out "fearsome foursome".

They all love the home grown beef jerky.

And don't like when it's taken away.

Eliot prefers to spend all Christmas singing carols at the top of her lungs.

Fenton and Sam were each given two tickets to Romeo and Juliet on Valentines day. They seemed excited...they're open to ideas of who to bring.