Christmas Day Greed Shots!
We have had obligatory greed shots since I was a baby. We sit on the top of the stairs, and are not allowed to come downstairs and see the loot until we are photographed. These are often extremely beautiful pictures, as we are able to display spontaneously both eyes-popping-out-of-head greediness AND just-rolled-out-of-bed bleariness. Lovely.
This year we added a third member to our photography shoot. Yay Kate!
Then we surveyed the loot.
Is that a Grad School acceptance letter in the tree?
Before opening anything, we just walked around looking extremely attractive.
It took us only about an hour, but we opened all of our presents. I got a vacuum and a staple hammer. It just isn't a good Christmas unless you are given potential murder weapons.
After this Christmas bacchanalia, we settled into the cozy after-effects of such bliss. Mostly we just sat around, being amused by everything and anything that wandered into our field of vision. Case in point: Rudolph, the blow-up deer head, given to Dad by Aunt Wendy. It is quite possibly the most disturbing present ever.
There were also lots of small round furry kittens to watch. This one is Marcella, but we think she is a boy so she's also known as Martin.
The other kittens are no-names.
This is a Stealth Cat (TM), who we believe is some sort of Russian spy.
Kate was very amused by the Little Golden Book version of Walt Disney's Santa's Toy Shop (1950).
And then there's this...
Not all of these kittens belong to this cat (different litters, different moms) so her expression is priceless. It reminds me of this lolcat picture...
Merry Christmas!
4 comments:
I love your blogs! Great writing style and sense of humor.
It's nice to be able to see tidbits of Sally's life and get to 'know' her family through your pics and writings...but, hey, where the heck is she?
Was she slaving in the kitchen while you all opened presents and she didn't get any?
:)
I honestly don't know where Mum was! She orchestrated putting the candle bags out... and then she entertained in the morning of Christmas... it's funny that she didn't show up in any of the pictures! I will have to take some of her when I go home again!
where o where is the mom? out walking with her big stick, feeding and cleaning up after the herds of kittens, attempting to cook?
Well, she did spend a good part of the morning entertaining with the lady who broke into her house because she "heard voices"...
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