No such luck, but we did have fun. I built it up for Kate, saying "We're going to wear our jammies in the car. Isn't that CRAZY??!!" And she kept saying "it's CRAZY!" throughout the whole experience. I drove until long after the thrill had worn off, still hoping she would fall asleep, so we saw quite a few neighborhoods in our area. We found the Griswolds of south Davidson county, who must save all year just to pay their December electric bill. Man, that was a lot of lights.
Before we left, I wanted to take pics of the girls in their Christmas jammies. Kate loves to hold Claire (and hug and kiss her in aggressive, smothering fashion) but it always makes me nervous. Here's how last night's shoot went down:
"Hi Clairy-Beary! Let me hold you!"
"Look at the camera!"
"Mommy! Claire's crying!"
"What do you mean, hold our bears in their Christmas jammies? Now I can't squeeze my sister within an inch of her life!"
"Okay, I guess this works. Whaddayaknow? She stopped crying!"
"Well that didn't last long. Don't cry, Claire!"
And since Kate's jammies were obscured by Claire, here's Santa Monkey in all its glory.