The Christmas deadline was made (probably since I started in November) and with the help of an elf named 'Mom' whom ironed on all the shirts (after all, what is an iron?) I even had enough fabric to sew pajama pants for Damian, myself, teddy (Ambrose's friend) and baby (Blaise's friend) a pair. Now we are all matching. . . . ahhhh. It seems cute until your doorbell rings and their is a neighborhood group of carolers and there you are standing in your (you guessed it) matching pajama pants. Funny, they sang and then were shouting something as they left; no it wasn't "Merry Christmas", it was "hey, nice pants". Hey, I even impressed the neighbors!


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hey, I added a phot of kids in jammies tonight. expect hardcopy in mail soon!
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