So it was a rather quick process but Christmas did make it to the new Osborn residence. The trees went up two days before Christmas, the presents went under on Christmas Eve, and all was well with the world. Thanks to everyone for the wonderful presents and cards. It may have been a hectic Christmas season with the move (and everything that was involved with it) but we are certainly blessed to be where we are, to have such great family and friends, and to have each other. Pretty sure you can't wrap that gift.


On a mission. Don't try this at home kids. And yes, I will likely pay for posting this picture, but I'm hoping such a witty caption will soften the blow.


The finished products.


The helpers. (Editor's Note: The sixteen-year-old helped too but apparently sixteen-year-olds don't really like to be photographed when they are not all made up. Who knew?)


C's new wheels. The little guy absolutely loved this thing. He just kept getting in, then getting out, then getting back in again. Well...just watch.








K doing some reading. In the background, you can hear C saying his new favorite word - "Uh oh!"


Thank you Poppa!



My favorite C moment of the morning (besides him getting in and out of that car 325,565,662, 928 times).



Stealing pictures of Mo when I can. She's gotten quite good at evading.


Cause when you're opening so many presents, you have to stop and take a drink.

Thanks Grammie and Granddad!





C pondering the meaning of all this madness. And how to get those lights off the tree.


C's favorite game of the morning. Just watch.


Or maybe this was the favorite game . . .


K's stirring demonstration of Granmomma's Lego present.


And after all that, it was dinner time, which, as it turns out, may have pushed the little guy over the edge.