We spent Christmas Eve morning at the Sacramento Zoo. Technically you're supposed to go in jammies, but we were all running to separate Christmas parties afterwards so we just wore our Christmas clothes. As always, it was a blast and the kids were in animal heaven.
The older four had the opportunity to feed the giraffes, but my Ever Knight was not about to get that close to a nasty giraffe tongue so alas, it was the oldest boys and brave little Aves. They thought it was just about the greatest thing ever!
Wincs is the sweetest, softest, most kind-heartest little guy you'll ever, EVER meet. He likes to cuddle and be held and gives kisses and hugs like no tomorrow. The saddest thing you'll ever see is the baby monster (eh-hem, Quinn) stealing toys from his hands.
Our family is the best! I love it more than I can say when we're all together. (And PS--I so remember being these little kids ages and now I'm the grown up with a brood of kids of my own. Time is trippy.)
Little Wigs, at your service.
We've gotten a whole lotta mileage out of those little antlers! We got them at Target about a week before Christmas because she saw them on the shelf and screamed and whined and grabbed until they were not only in our cart, but on her head. It was hilarious, and definitely a first to see her so passionate about "fashion!" But it paid off because she wore them night and day for over a week! She's a funny girl, that one!
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