Decorating gingerbread houes with Sekiguchi-san, Dad's co-worker who was visiting from Japan. He also came with us to our ward Christmas party. In the parking lot I hissed under my breath to Tyler that you can't spring a Mormon Ward Christmas party on an unsuspecting victim without preparing him. His response: "Sekiguchi-san, there will be many, many children here. They will run around and be crazy. It will be very loud. Sort of like Japanese Karaoke, but with no beer."
We had a few tough moments remembering who is the giver and who is the recipient. This is the continuation of the meltdown we had while in the toy aisle at Target doing our shopping. They were delighted to pick out presents for each other. Not so delighted when they didn't get to pick out a toy for themselves.
Charlotte in between bites of wrapping paper. Tyler was appalled and horrified that I wrapped up some of the old baby toys from the boys and regifted them to her. I was appalled and horrified that he went out and bought the last thing we need--more baby toys. 
No Santa trauma this year, hurray! And they let the younger siblings come to the elementary and visit the Santa who came to the school. So no trip to the mall Santa, double hurray!
Charlotte, our jungle queen. She got a leopard-print blanket from one grandma and a leopard-print jacket from the other grandma, plus a striped tiger stuffed animal that she flirts with.
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