It's heavy, wet snow. Took 5 scoops to even get down to pavement. The snowplow keeps plowing us in, but we're amazed and thrilled it's been down the street at least 3 times already. 
Notice how much snow is on the toolshed roof.
Our hedge got creamed.
There's nowhere left to put the snow! 
Update: Michael says maybe he remembers the photo - that probably Claire took it and the kid in the background is the reason she gave it to us. Or maybe not - he's not sure. We're apparently both getting senile.
Purse courtesy of Grandma Fran.
Pink combat boots courtesy of Walmart. I bought myself a pair in electric green because Lily wanted us to match. And now, two weeks later, she's declared she doesn't like them anymore! Anyone need some plastic, uncomfortable combat boots, size 8 1/2?
Mom on the grounds of the beautiful new condo.
The actress getting "hit" on the head by a falling coconut.
Christmas Eve dinner - turducken. A turkey breast stuffed with a chicken breast stuffed with a duck breast stuffed with Cajun sausage. It was pretty good.
The loot.
Michael obsessed with his Christmas present, an iPod Touch.
Lily got binoculars . . .
. . . and a make your own ring kit.
