Santa did indeed stop by the Lashley house. I wasn't even around to witness it as our oldest had concocted a plan for her and me to sleep in my bedroom so she could hear the reindeer when they landed. She left the reindeer food on the front lawn and she couldn't possibly sleep in her bedroom because her window faces the backyard and what if she missed it and she would just totally freak out if she didn't get the chance to see them and on and on and on and on and on until I finally closed my eyes and said, "Make it stop." That actually didn't work but a Bendryl did (for me, not her).
Bode was thoroughly confused and unimpressed with his bike.
Andy's grandfather wanted a picture of him and his first great-grandchild for the new book he is writing.
Thanks for the pj's, Ahmo. Now can I get a pair? (kidding, kind of)