Note: Mike pumping air into the tires of my stroller.
Kristen put on an apron and started to bake. This sweet friend has been bailing me out of crises ever since we were bunking beds on the third floor of Dupont Hall.
Mike and I frosted cookies. I depended on his architect eye to create an aesthetic I was not capable of. I was still frosting Gingerbread People at midnight while it was softly snowing outside. It was a beautiful Christmas-y moment - marred only by what my Gingerbread actually looked like. I quit after doing only six. I figured I couldn't convince people that Olivia had been able to frost more than that.
Sunday night turned out to be wonderful. Many fabulous friends stopped by - including Rudolph.
We were so excited to have people in our little home.
And the fireworks were breathtaking. Some though, were not so enthralled...
And others really,