Not easy being green

A good friend of mine gave Ben some of her sister's old baby clothes. I particularly liked Ben in this vintage green shirt with an air vent (hole) at the arm pit and I told my friend this. So she asked me to send a picture. "Impossible," I thought. I can never send only one. So here's a bunch of them. Pay close attention to the group shot where I am soooo happy that I don't even notice I am strangling Ben to death.

The Trip

In keeping with my long held blog tradition, it was important for me to maintain the long gap between the Christmas letter posting and the whatever comes next. Okay, okay, so this is only the first year of the blog. But NEXT year I promise, I may or may not wait a long while between the Christmas letter posting and the whatever comes next.

Incidentally, this is the disappointing next posting you've all been waiting for since Christmas. More Christmas pictures!

Over the river and through the woods and over another river and another wood and a hairy few hours spent on the tarmac in Dallas and a mid air diaper explosion and over a wheel chair and a tram and an angry lottery loser who sat next to the baby on the plane and over another river and wood to grandmother's house we went. And for a few long days we stayed until we repeated the journey on the way back.