Santa Claus is coming to town...

Apparently in the form of baby girl named Ashley. Here are some pictures she wanted me to share with all of you:
And Frosty too!
"Santa's Little Baby""Baby Sith""This is nuts. I want my bottle!"Some funny Jenna stories:

Ashley was crying after church yesterday morning and Jenna said, "Don't cry little bebe. Ho Ho is coming to town."

Last night I took Jenna out to look at Christmas lights. One street had some sort of snow machine running and Santa was there. Jenna waved. A few minutes later she said, "This is crazy. I need to talk to Ho Ho. Go back!" She then asked for a My Little Pony and got a candy cane from him.

I was looking for a misplaced sponge the other day. Jenna came out of room with it and said, "I found SpongeBob, Mommy!"

For all the moms out there:
Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my kids on demand, visited the doctor's office more than the doctor has, sold 62 cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my daughter's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't hurt or flap in the breeze; but are strong enough to pull my screaming child out of the candy aisle in the grocery store.

I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the 7th month of my last pregnancy.

If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a TV that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking doll that says "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with 2 kids who don't fight and 3 pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools.

I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting "Don't eat in the living room" and "Take your hands off your sister", because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog.

If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container.

It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my daughter saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think she wants her crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the door and come in and dry off so you don't catch cold.

Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always,

MOM

P.S. One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

Oh, and for the kids out there (especially Jenna and Ashley's cousins) - go here to track Santa's travels tonight!

MERRY CHRISTMAS! If you have not already done so please check out the previous post - it's our Christmas card for this year.