These pictures are just plain bad, but I've never claimed to be a perfectionist or a photographer so feel free to embrace them or make fun of them - whatever floats your boat.
All Bode asked for from Santa was a light-saber, because four light-sabers in one house isn't enough.
There is no shortage of crazy, messed-up hair in our house.
What can you say to that except, "You might need to find a new dream, Babe, cause that's never going to happen."
I guess I was a bad girl this year because after yet another five jabillion pictures of these four, this is as good as it gets. After this I went and banged my head against a wall for some stress releif.
There is nothing like a Jedi and his Daddy.
And finally, this is what unconditional love is all about:
Boppy dressed as Darth Vader trying to destroy his grandchildren.