Kimchi, not for me

I swear the dog and cat share these cushions. So now it was obviously Daive's turn. And this is my bruise. Up close. It's scary. Actually, my arm this close up is scary too.

This is Christmas Eve at Adam and Beth's. Adam is reading the Christmas story to the kids. Well, trying to. I was being a distraction with the camera. This is Emma wearing the dress-up dress she got for Christmas, and her cabbage patch kid doll wearing the Christmas clothes it got for Christmas. That took me back...I remember getting doll clothes for Christmas...well, I don't specifically remember getting them for Christmas. But I remember having them. You get the idea.
Christmas morning carnage.
I made fried pickles for Christmas dinner. Lis helped me. I took this picture immediately after she said, "You know, this is a lot like God. From my perspective, it just looks like a gross mess. But you have to trust that it will turn out okay." (She had never partaken of the amazingness that are fried pickles. Needless to say, she loved them. As did Beth. Me too, of course.)
Emma and Owen opening their Christmas presents from Lis and I.