Last night, Santa came . . . (our tree looks like an inside out Oreo)This morning in a sleepy stupor I explored what he brought. . . I was mostly expressionless. . . but I managed to muster a smile here and there. . . It really was too early for so much excitement. My first remote control car. I'm a bit terrified of it, so I had to sit with Daddy. Beaming with excitement! A foreshadowing of things to come. . . Or Mum attempting to pass off her duties in the kitchen. Sushi! :) YUM! So cultured! A puzzle, my favorite these days. Food I can cut (do you see a theme)? I'm much more prone to try plastic or wooden food than real food. It's actually baffling that I enjoy pretending to eat so much because it's definitely not one of my favorite real-life things to do! My favorite gift of all (or so it seemed) . . . My Where's Daddy book. :) And the true highlight of the morning . . . ba-ba's with milkies Mommy and Daddy aren't huge fans of morning Christmas. . . They're both accustomed to celebrating on Christmas Eve night. We did that last year but flexed this year do to our overwhelming list of parties to hit over the next few days. We will NEVER do morning again! Even if we have to celebrate two nights before Christmas. It's not nearly as much fun!
Cheers to family and memories and most of all, the birth of our Savior!
As you can see, my hair was a bit out of control, so Mimi agreed to open her shop and give it a trim. . . In fact she cut all the Willis boys hair (well almost). Sharking with Popi after Mum broke an ornament. The cut! I did so well! Uncle E and Aunt Be-yow ;) making a gingerbread house
We received the photos from our shoot with Emily tonight. I'm SO tempted to post all of them because they're AMAZING, but I'll restrain myself till Christmas. Here are 2 teasers. ;)
Sorry it's been so long since we've posted pictures. We lost our battery charger but fortunately discovered the Johnson's have it at their house. We're planning to pick it up tomorrow so posts will resume. :)
Our existence is currently comprised of long-winded papers and shelves of books demanding us to dive-in. We scramble to survive the rigors of academia, yet beneath the madness of striving, an ache for more harnesses our attention.
We are inspired by veiled life and seasons yet to come to begin documenting our days. This is our quest to capture and illuminate the sacred moments we share.