Steve's parents were out of town for Christmas and so we celebrated with them when they got back.






I will now share a story from Steve's family. Prepare yourself.
When we were engaged and accepting furniture cast offs (we still totally accept furniture cast offs) we were offered "the death chair". I innocently asked why it was called that and was told that Steve's great grandmother DIED in the chair. Shut up! Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, she DIED in the chair.Truthfully, I was a little wierded out by that, but a chair is a chair and so it joined us. I did not love it until one day I saw a chair with a similar shape and caught the vision of what the chair could be. My in-laws were thrilled that I had renewed love for "the death chair" and offered to recover it. That was their Christmas gift to me. It turned out perfectly and I LOVE IT!!!!!



The customary pic in front of the tree.
(Prediction: My boy will tower over me in five years.)
M and J's cousin Charlotte got a present. We loved watching her snuffle through her giftbag.
That lucky pup got a tennis ball and J had the pleasure of playing fetch.
M got a tea set from her aunt and she was in heaven. M loves dainty things. She is such a girl.
I will now share a story from Steve's family. Prepare yourself.
When we were engaged and accepting furniture cast offs (we still totally accept furniture cast offs) we were offered "the death chair". I innocently asked why it was called that and was told that Steve's great grandmother DIED in the chair. Shut up! Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye, she DIED in the chair.Truthfully, I was a little wierded out by that, but a chair is a chair and so it joined us. I did not love it until one day I saw a chair with a similar shape and caught the vision of what the chair could be. My in-laws were thrilled that I had renewed love for "the death chair" and offered to recover it. That was their Christmas gift to me. It turned out perfectly and I LOVE IT!!!!!
Before
After
Everyday I wake up is like Christmas because I am Mom to two incredible children. M and J are my best gifts.
Ever.
Ever.
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