Christmas Eve

Every Christmas Eve since we've moved to Salt Lake City, our lovely landlords have invited us to their Christmas Eve party.  It's where I was first introduced to sushi, for that one act alone, I will be eternally grateful to them.  I snapped a few pictures of the girls after we got home.

Ava with the wand the Bullens gave the few kids at the party.  Lora who has three sons has always made a fuss over Ava and each year she buys her a Christmas gift.  Ava got an art kit that she has hardly put down since she got it.  Bree got a board book and some bath toys.  Best landlords ever.

Ava played with Veronica and Ashlyn whom she sees the one time a year and yet they all get along great.  Last year I was recuperating from my c-section but they made up a plate for me and brought it down and I remember the food was wonderful.  This year on the menu was goose...for those who have never tasted it it tastes like greasy turkey.  Maybe that description doesn't make it seem that appetizing but it's really pretty good.  Also, salmon and prime rib.  Plus a great spread of side dishes. 

Brielle hung out with me and Brig while the other adults oohed and awed over her.  I admit I'm not super comfortable hobnobbing with people I don't know well, but it's so sweet of them to invite us, knowing none of our family live in the city. 

We were treated to an impromptu concert by a guest in attendance who according to his wife is a descendent of Brigham Young's.  That was followed by a group singing of Feliz Navidad with our lovely hostess doing the samba while her twenty-eight year old son tried to get her to stop embarrassing him.  Needless to say there was quite a lot of imbibing going on around us. 

 This is Ava's sugar overload face.  Plus it's Christmas Eve, what's a girl to do?

All that was left to do was get the girls in their jammies, read Luke 2 and put them to bed so Santa could come down the chimney.