Merry Christmas!

Branson is a talker

Lights Before Christmas at the Zoo!

We had fun last night seeing all the wonderful Christmas lights at the zoo! Dr. Mack and Grandmama accompanied us and we all got into the Christmas Spirit. Branson and Holden were oooohing and aaaahing the entire time at the pretty lights. They really enjoyed it!

Could I Please Have Some Privacy

The top picture is just one of many (and I do mean many) attempts at a Christmas photo. Needless to say... it did not make the cut. But it was o-k, so I thought I'd at least put it out there and not just waste an 'almost'. The bottom picture is of the boys playing in the tub. They love love love the water and getting in the bathtub to play and relax. I know I have taken several shots of them in the tub... but I can't resist. They are just too cute when they are splashing, giggling and naked. hahaha Branson loves to just kick back sometimes and lay on his back with his head in the water; relaxing and chilling out. Holden is more like a fish and likes to spread long-ways on his belly and imitate swimming. I cherish these times, because I know too soon that they will be like "Moooom, knock first" or " I need my privacy" or "I'm a big boy...I only take showers now". Then it will be no more shampoo hairdos, and definitely no more cameras in the bathroom!

Ready or not... Christmas IS coming!

I have not even taken a Christmas picture of the boys yet! Ashley and I tried the other night, but we got nothin. We did get our Christmas tree today thankfully. I've only just begun my Christmas shopping. eeeeeek!

Here are a couple of pictures of the boys at least. Holden really is enjoying a gift box as his fort. Fire chief Branson will allow Holden to ride on the back of the firetruck, but he always has to drive!

When It's Cold Outside

These pictures of Branson are so funny to me. He was so miserable being bundled up (about 2 weeks ago when it was sooooo cold!) with his hat and gloves on. He couldn't stand it! He would just stand there and complain and not move at all. He will barely let me put his jacket on most of the time, so this was really pushing it; the boy just hates to be constricted in any way. Anyway, he just stood there and cried until I took off the hat and gloves... but of course I had to run and grab my camera to take a picture of him in this miserable state and thus torturing him those few extra long minutes.