christmas 2012

I'm starting to realize that our Christmases look the same every year: The dogs shred wrapping paper. We eat delicious food. We exchange bottles of wine and liquor.

Still, I like to document the event, if only to see who's been wearing the same sweater to Christmas dinner three years in a row (cough*Larry*cough)...

Christmas morning was a little more relaxed in the Smoellke household this year since we had already torn into our presents on Christmas Eve early Christmas morning. The pups had to wait for Santa until they could open their gifts, though. And they celebrate Christmas with the joie de vivre of a pair of six year old children. There was shredding and prancing and pouncing and jumping in celebration of their new stuffed shark and dragon.

Every year, I think I will get some cute pics of the dogs enjoying their gifts by the tree, and every year, I GET THIS EXACT SAME PHOTO:

We ate breakfast and then headed to Maryland for Christmas afternoon/dinner/gift booze exchange at my aunt and uncle's:





CAAAAAAAAKE! Yesssssss!



BOOZE! Yesssssss!

GRAPEFRUITS! Yesssssss! (This would be way funnier if they were melons...)

We ended the day with some Glogg...

...and a family photo:

And here's our family photo from Christmas 2011. See what I mean about our Christmases starting to look the same each year?

Speaking of family photos, once we got home to Virginia, it was time to attempt to take a family photo of our own. With the pups. Banjo was confused:

We tried bribing them with treats:

And Banjo tried his best to photobomb our attempts with his less-photogenic end. "Thanks for the treats, Mom, now take a picture of MY BUTT!"

Ok, so Gravy got in on the photobombing fun, too. "Time to clean out my eye socket with my tongue!"

As it turns out, the pups aren't the only photobombers in the family:

Does that face look familiar? Perhaps eerily similar to a photo from Christmas 2010...

(Remember back when our fireplace actually worked and we didn't have a bad ass metal deer head hanging above it???)

Best attempt after banishing the dogs:

Anyway, screw it. Time to put my feet up and tap into that booze...

(To clarify, I'm drinking a glass of white wine, not a glass full of St. Germain.)

The end.