Cue the Charlie Brown Music

What could possibly break my blogging hiatus? Did I stop writing other stuff? Am I a blog-addict again? Nah. Not yet. I just wanted to share what Christmas looks like around here. Plus, I know you’ve been missing my famous way-too-many-pics posts more than anything else.

So Merry Christmas FtR friends! (Sorry, no gift receipts.)

Last year at night (Well, kinda, this is really 2 years ago.):

This year at night (via iPhone):

This year during the day (via Nikon):

Last year’s star:

This year’s star:

Last year ornament close-up:

This year ornament close-up:

I know you’re wondering, “Why?” by this point. I have pictures for that too!

Take Christmas & subtract last year’s wonder-stealing “No-No, Please” . . .

. . . add this year’s, “It’s all yours!” . . .

. . . and you get:

See what I mean?

Who wants “No” to be a Christmas Motto, anyway? So, if you drop by this holiday season, don’t expect anything fancy, but bring your glitter and your glue stick. If you’re lucky, I might fill your sippy with some lukewarm hot chocolate and let you have a cookie without sitting in your chair. By the time you get here, we should have some presents wrapped in bright, foil paper with curly ribbons and fur-lined santa bows, too.

And surely I don’t have to tell you the soundtrack for decorating for “A Toddler Style Christmas” was, of course, A Charlie Brown Christmas.

(P.S. I tried to shoot some “formal” pics of Caelyn with the tree. Take the jump to see how it went.)

“Hmm. No pics yet. This tree’s not quite finished.”

“I know what it needs.”

“I’m working, Mom. I can’t take a picture now.”

“I just need to do this here and it’ll be perfect.”

“Okay, you can take a picture now, but an artist never makes direct eye contact.”

And just in case you’re curious. I give you, The Truth about Photo Sessions with Two-year-olds:

I got on the floor to capture her perspective, so she got on my stomach.

Then I tried to hold her back with my left hand and shoot with my right.

Then we both gave up. (Yep. Those are my knees with Caelyn flung backwards between them.)

Like I said, Merry Christmas!