This year, in a completely unexpected move of randomness, my family decided to spend Christmas away from home. Helpfully, Trevor's family owns a cabin in the Middle Of Nowhere, full of cozy and cheer and good smells, so we went there. It was an adventure in sleeping arrangements for our girls, in challenging the stamina of our denim (sooner rather than later changed into pajama pants) with the mountains of food dipped in chocolate, in getting in the most games, in not getting too tipsy for the sake of the children who are trying to sleep, in watching enough movies to constitute a proper winter holiday, in building fires indoors and out.
We had a great time.
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| The perfect tree! |
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| What it lacks in size, it makes up for in heart. |
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| Sprinkling reindeer food (oats, cornmeal and glitter). Just after sprinkling, Marta stomped it into the snow, and made Berit cry in horror. |
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| We all had matching PJs! |
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| Reading "'Twas The Night Before Christmas" |
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| You totally can look cool when you match all the other guys in the house. It's not cult-like at all. |
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| Aunt Andrea. *LOVE* |
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| We thought sleeping together in the cubby would be lots of fun for the girls, but they both ended up ditching their digs in the night and I was left to squeeze into Marta's sleeping bag in there, by myself. |
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| Not weird at all. |
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| Nick + BINGO + matching outfits + bad jokes = Christmas |
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| Santa found us at the cabin! |
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| Signed photo of the Eagles + story in which Andrea truly believed Mom knew Joe Walsh from high school yet didn't realize he was in the band |
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| More matching outfits. Classy ones, too. |
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| Do we think the neighbors might be nervous? |
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| Ridiculous amounts of sugar, courtesy of Jodie Faber, who looks gorgeous right now and none of US can fit into our jeans. |
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| Again with the sugar. |
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