What is that holiday called again?

Two things I knew I wanted to accomplish on Christmas was 1) take pictures with my Diana Mini 2) video record the entire day. I left my Diana Mini on my mantle at home and the videos that I did record turned out to be crap because I had my finger over the speaker the entire time. I was beyond pissed off. I got videos of my nephew to die over and a really great chat with my grandma. So MAD!! I plan on trying to put a little montage of them together but we'll have to see how that turns out.



Here is our Christmas in the few pictures I did take.

Friday. We went to go look at lights in rich people's neighborhoods which didn't turn out as well as my eight year old self imagined it would be. I use the term "we" loosely because really it was a cute little trip that included my mom and Tyrone only. My dad and I were just car ornaments. My mom even at one point told my dad because he's deaf that he doesn't count and to just keep driving. If he had feelings that would have probably been really mean of her to say.

 We dubbed him "Pull My Finger Santa Clause"

 We stopped in this toy store to warm up

"Tyrone stop humping the freaking laser nutcracker" 

A few pics around our tiny ass apartment home.

Fred's stocking is the only one that actually got filled. 

I had fun with the polka dot wrapping paper.

I used these print-outs from this site for the feather gift tags.

 "hi"

A few pics from my phone from Christmas Eve and the day after Christmas.

 Constant ridicule. 

 So I take a million more.

 at Tyrone's sister's house

 she's wearing the mittens I made her

(they were a big hit - unless everyone lied to me)

 my new cardigan

don't ask