It's Christmas Eve and Big Daddy got stuck putting the all-important Firetruck together at nearly 4am. Much to his chagrin (and my sleepy amusement), the box contained 87 million itty-bitty pieces. He's fake smiling.
Not my best photography, folks. It was late. You get the idea...
She loves this little horsey and drags it around the house with her while she whineys.
So, it's together. And it's a hit... literally. The dogs know to move out of the vicinity- Kovi likes to squeal the tires around the corners and careen, violently, into both immovable and vocal.
Flap hat = LOVE
Mz. Thang...or Elton John
The BIG gift from Auntie Meghan and Uncle Jon...
She loves it! She plows her foot onto the gas and forgets to steer. We call her Mayhem from the insurance commercials. OMG.
Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.
Minor repair work.
The Goons.
Our first snowy Christmas. Beautiful.
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