Some snapshots

"Boy, we must have been good, look what St. Nick brought us!"

Poor Libby, Kolbe dumped his toys out of the toybox and told me to put her in there with him. I did and she didn't know what to think. He hid his head because he didn't want me to take a picture.
This is how I found Elizabeth when she woke up this morning. Recall the recent posting when she somehow got her arm out. Well, she's done that now twice and last night managed to wiggle her way out of her jammie bottoms.
Kolbe loves to pull these drawers out and dump them all over the room.