Playhouse

Braeden couldn't wait to convert this box to his "playhouse." Why do we even bother buying toys?

We all took turns decorating (and some of us even tasted the crayons).

Peeking thru the mail slot. I think he was trying to figure out how to escape.

Braeden sporting the sweater his great grandma made him while writing a letter to Santa. He thought handing over a letter would save him some conversation (which is unheard of for him) but, sadly we forgot the letter, so he had to tell Santa everything anyway.