Old Traditions

Me and my peanuts...I feel as though I look fat here but really I have a puffy tafetta skirt on..really.

All ready to go to the party!

There are some family friends of Dave's that he has known his whole life.  The Mom (who was friends with his parents) has a party every year on December 23rd.  We have been going to this party every year we have lived in Houston for as long as I can possibly remember.  In fact, I vividly remember bringing the boys in their infant carriers. One year Harry was just days old and we brought him to the party!  Since we have lived in Virginia for the past four years, this is the first time Kate went to the special party.  She was so cute...even though she is sick, she was asking all day to put on her party dress.  She was so excited that she could not nap. Then in the car, on the way to the party, she said, 

"I love a party!"

We had a great time at the party.  It was good to see old friends and meet some new ones too.

Speaking of traditions, I always feel an undeniable urge to clean like crazy on Christmas Eve. My parents used to tell us that Santa did the "white glove test" and if your rooms were not immaculate, he might not leave gifts.  Now, even at my age, I still feel like I need to clean for Santa!!! So, I am off to scrub the house a little before Mass.

Hope you all enjoy your family traditions this year.  We are starting a new one tonight.  I hope it goes well.

Happy Birthday Jesus!