12.31

I was surprised and impressed with their little impromptu performance. He was so confident. She was so good.

12.30

Merry Christmas to us. From, us.

12.29

We looked at pictures of them on this same couch, in their diapers. It feels like a different lifetime.

12.28

Will the real Santa please stand up?

12.27

So many kiddos. So much fun, and cuteness, and personality.

12.26

Once again, they're having the time of their lives.

12.25

If Christmas can't be white, warm enough to play outside is a sweet alternative.

12.24

Merry Christmas, kiddos. We hope the joy was as abundant as the noise and mess.

12.23

Chaos reigned. As he perfected his cardboard snowboarding, the two of them scattered sprinkles all over the kitchen. "Oh my goodness!"

12.21 and 12.22

Now I'm just getting sloppy. End of the year fatigue?

12.20

We're gone a few weeks and suddenly they're all top teeth and walking. They're clearly not waiting on us before they hit milestones.

12.19

We are lucky to have so much time together. So much flexibility for the holidays.

12.18

I closed my eyes and rocked him and he slept. Just like we used to, only the music was live.

12.17

The beauty and the decay. And the beauty of the decay.

12.16

I felt like a genius.

12.15

I heard a thump, but thought nothing of it.

12.14

We didn't see many lights, but the playground was festive enough for them.

12.13

I feel like this stage of parenthood is devoid of middle ground. It's either highs or lows all the time. Thankfully, this season gives us opportunity for more highs.

12.12

It is my fault. Always. That last minute rush is because of me.

12.11

I still like to wonder what it would have been like to live then. It's fun to imagine. And he's just like me.

12.10

The periods of grouchiness are wearying. But we powered through and the highlights far outnumbered the frustrations.

12.09

I should just always keep a picture book with me. To be used when I'm overcome with impatience.

12.08

It seems I have a talent for saying the wrong thing. I wish that wasn't the case.

12.07

For boys, everything becomes a contact sport.

12.06

Sometimes I think I'm younger than I am. The fact that I didn't get sick on the bus made me feel like my youth is still kicking.

12.05

My days of rocking babies are gone and now, so is the chair I rocked them in.

12.04

Part of me wanted to stay home, take care of the "necessary" things. But going was the best thing I'd done in weeks.

12.03

I made her laugh for the first time. We're going to be friends after all.

12.02

Two days out of three hundred and sixty-five isn't awful.

12.01

A photo shoot arranged by a seven-year-old creative director.