Christmas

 Well, it turns our I didn't actually take many pictures on Christmas morning this year.  Instead, I held a little angel while three wild monkeys tore the house apart.  I managed one jammie shot before the action heated up:

And Floyd managed to get a living room shot with himself and Molly hidden in it.  Kudos, Floyd, kudos.

So, I'll say this about Christmas:  The stockings were stuffed, the presents were many, and the smiles were big.  We had a nice, lazy morning and then headed to Cache Valley to let the spoiling continue for a few more days.  

 And let it be written on the Eternal and Official Griffiths Family Record that Cole DID NOT SLEEP AT ALL on Christmas Eve.  It was super awesome, especially since he kept showing up in our room all night long.