I snapped these pictures (some were part of our Christmas photo shoot) before we left for Portland - for a day and a half, the girls and I reveled in putting Christmas lights and balls and chocolate into jars. When Dutch came home from work I was sitting at the dining table separating candy kisses into color-coordinated piles. "Do you realize you live with three children?" he asked, counting himself as the third. "Most ordinary people cannot live with this kind of temptation." I shrugged and said it was one more reason to be grateful we were leaving home for a few weeks; exempting ourselves from the struggle. It hasn't been so long since we've been gone, and we're having a marvelous time, but I must say one does begin to miss home, sun and all.
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You could wrap up this post and just give it to me for Christmas. That beautiful brown-eyed blonde with chocolate lips...those thick concrete slab countertops (is that what they are?!??!)...the pink tutu hanging on the doorknob...glittery red shoes over bright red tights...the sun streaming through the windows onto that beautiful mantel...and WHERE did you find the fabric for the back of the pink chair??? It's all so...perfect...in a way that only living with three children can be.... It makes me so happy to see your life, even if just from afar....
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