This was our last Christmas back home in Foster City. We packed the boys up on Thursday morning, sent Zeus and Roxy to doggie daycare, hired someone to feed Eleanor, and flew back home for the last hurrah in California. This was the first Christmas that Nicky understood that someone named "Santa" in a red hat would come and give him presents. All he wanted were binoculars. Brandon was just happy saying "Ho Ho Ho" and opening wrapping paper. He got that. The boys were spoiled, we saw lots of family and friends, and we celebrated our favorite holiday of the season surrounded by love, stress, and the typical chaos that comes with toddlers.
Some highlights included, my favorite Princess Cake for my birthday, mom's holiday cookies and pumpkin bread, Roundtable Pepperoni pizza, spending Christmas Eve with Grandma Larissa and her annual crab feast, eating our last supper at Pasta Pomodoro, Grandma Booba and Auntie Valerie putting the boys to bed, Auntie Shuana babysitting expertise, Nicky enjoying the Academy of Sciences with Grandma Larissa, Auntie Alex and Lee, Nicky and Brandon's faces on Christmas Morning, a Cutrufelli Christmas Dinner with Mom's pesto and Tri-tip, a holiday playmate with my Bay Area friends and their little kid-lets, watching an actual movie - The Town, and saying good-bye to my bedroom.
You'd think that after taking 20,000 pictures of my kids in less than 3 years. I could actually take a decent picture. I can't; thats why I hire Tara and Michele to capture my special moments. Because both of them where with their families. I had to take the pictures and they are crap. But here are some moments of the special week to share. Not one picture of the whole family. *wah*