Zero hour...

Yesterday we weathered (unscathed) the chronologic epicenter of every child's life: Christmas morning. The kids woke us up at around 6:30 and tore into their presents with reckless abandon. Among other things, Robert got a digital camera and a bunch of Spider-man/Superman toys. The girls got a play kitchen and Barbie dresses. Emily also got a microphone and disco light. More on that later.

Enjoy the pics!
By the way, Saint Nick's intelligence gathering capabilities passed muster. He found us in Germany and put a pretty serious dent in the pile of cookies the kids left for him. Finally, although I hope she aspires to greater things, I think Emily's predisposition to spokes modeling could be her vocational ace in the hole (see pictures above -- the shot with the shoes is priceless). I assure you there was no training or coaching. Something tells me The Price is Right will still be on the air when she reaches the age of majority. I'm assuming a can of Cool Whip will cost a not-so-cool "hundie" by then.