We're starting a tradition that if Daddy is working Christmas Day we all go and visit and get a tour of the fire station. Here are a couple of snaps:
Mummy sure is lucky; a fireman and Santa - what more could a girl want?
Sorry for the crazy red-eyes - I was very excited about my new ball though!
I powered through my usual range of bedtimes like a trooper - but by 9pm it was all too much and I passed out on daddy's lap.
Hunter is holding my hand. I am objecting to this tender moment being captured on camera.
Ha ha Hunter - you may be two weeks older than me but I got to use your highchair before you!
I got Hunter boozed up then we got in a fight - he's winding up to smack me one right on the kisser.
Friends again.
*BFF means Best Friends Forever