We woke up bright dark and early the day after Christmas and headed out to the lake to spend time with Parnell's family. We had rain the entire time and baby girl loved every minute of mother like daughter.

When it came time to open gifts someone was a little busy snoozing.  Are we seeing a pattern here? 

We eventually woke little miss up and assisted with her gift opening. 

Sally got the granddaughters the most adorable MacKenzie Childs tea set for the lake.  I see many tea parties in our future...

Now I have to share with you a fat story...

Sally decided to make cheesecake (my favorite) for dessert.  During the baking process, my sister in law, Megan, got her hand stuck in the to the point of the metal bending ok...yes...ouch. She ended up being fine and in the oven the cheesecake went.  I had the first slice later that evening before bed and devoured it, like...standing up in the kitchen style.  I thought to myself "this isn't the sweetest cheesecake I have ever had but its good". A few minutes later, P's mom and sister start their slices...silence. Sally informed me "you never need to worry about hurting my feelings Whitney." 


Turns out during the commotion, sugar and vanilla were never added to the batter....

Yes ok. 

I am so fat and ate in such a hurry that I dominated cheesecake lacking vanilla and sugar.

Not my finest moment. After my cheesecake embarrassment, I trudged off to bed with this one.

Baby slippers...sigh.

We drove home Sunday morning and got to business taking down the Christmas decor.  I like to get in there and rip it off like a Band-Aid. 


One little girl woke up jazzed about her first Christmas....

We lounged around at home watching one of my favorites, Meet Me In St. Louis.  It wasn't quite Parnell's cup of tea but boy oh boy was one little girl intrigued by the television...

After a delicious breakfast, we played until it was time to head over to my aunt's house for the festivities.  We have adopted a pajama optional Christmas tradition over the years which...I always opt for. My mom purchased the most perfect pajamas for Mercer's first year to match her puppy brother Oliver. 


Mercer ended up falling asleep in the car on the way to my aunt's house.  I finally woke up our little peach to join the party. 

My mother has somehow never carved the turkey (how??) so when it came time to appoint the carver, she was the chosen her Star Wars pajamas...I can't.

I could not have asked for a better holiday for our little family of three (that we failed to photograph all together...typical). 


I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday season with their loved ones.   We had the most amazing time celebrating with our little miss. 

Mercer met her cousin Maggie Grace for the first time Christmas Eve day.  I snapped a few photos of the occasion.  

We hosted my family for dinner later on that evening.  I snapped a few pictures of our "Woodlands Christmas" table while I set it. 

I didn't snap photos throughout the evening because I was drinking wine and attempting to cook.  I did snag one of Mercer opening her first gifts from my parents (with Oliver's help of course). 

She looks less than thrilled but I swear she loved her toys...


Last week, we had Mercer's first "school party" at her daycare.  Yes...a party for infants.  Her teachers are the cutest and organized an entire to do complete with festive music and an activity. 

This was her reaction when I told her infants have holiday parties...

Ok so...I would say about 1/3 of the time I pick her up in the evenings, she is not wearing the outfit I dropped her off in due to spit up or other loveliness that babies produce. In addition to this tidbit, her daycare asks that you not send your child in complicated/super cute outfits that they have to deal with all day.  In other words, leave your headbands and dresses at home. I dressed M in the outfit above thinking this was a solid compromise assuming she kept it on all day. 

After work, traffic was horrific and Parnell and I were both terribly late.  I walked into the room with Mercer screaming and every other parent staring (and judging)...typical. My first thought upon seeing her (after the screams subsided) was "oh good-she made it through one outfit today so we are still festive." This was until I glanced around the room and saw every single child in a super cute like I might run into Santa holiday outfit. Bows on dresses on ruffles.  One infant had a children's Santa hat Are we the only rule followers and are now paying the price in commemorative photos?  Did these parents like get here early and bring a festive change of clothes?!

Sorry little girl...

It turns out our "activity" was to paint an ornament the teachers made with each child's footprint and name.  This of course, became an activity for the parents seeing as everyone in the class is under 10 months of age.  I patiently waited my turn at the crafting station and then had to ask to open the gold and black paint bottles because no one else had.  Red? Green? Purple? Pink? Blue? Pass

This was our end result:

I may have made her foot look slightly wider than it is...

All in all, we had a great time meeting the other parents/children in her class.  Sister was spent by the time the car pulled into the garage.