Jesus Cake

Christmas Part I: Christmas Eve with the Dunns.



Every year we spend Christmas Eve with my side of the family and every year we participate in the Dunn family traditions of treasure hunting in the freezing cold, stuffing our faces with steak, trying to stay awake through a boring Christmas church video, singing happy birthday to Jesus and making ourselves sick by eating the richest birthday cake in the world. And every year I love it!

This year was no exception, however it was a little different then others.


Of course there was this adorable addition to join in the festivities!

And of course I kidnapped him right away!




Until this guy with the permanent scab on his head came and pried that poor sweet thing out of my arms leaving me babyless.

The nerve!




That guy is my dad and he always has this scab on his head. It seems he has a problem with his depth perception or somethin because he is constantly hitting it on everything!

The corner of open cupboard doors, the bottom of his desk drawer after hiding his secret stash of Banbury Cross doughnuts, twice on the weight machines at the gym (because he works out two times a day), and this latest scab was caused somehow while he was climbing out of his car.







Even though my parents are divorced my dad always comes to my mom's house and sleeps over Christmas Eve so that we can all spend Christmas together. They have been divorced for about 10 years now and neither one has re-married. So this year my dad still slept over but there was another addition.

My mom invited her boyfriend, Bob.




Yup, my mom has a boyfriend. And if you ask her, I think she'll even admit it because the fact that she invited him to Christmas makes it official.

So Bobra and Brolan were our two new additions to this years Christmas fun, adding more drool, more crying, more pooping, and more sucking of boobs.

Wait. I'm mistaken.....there was no drooling.


Except for me. Over Jesus Cake.







Mmmmmm. Jesus Cake.






This year my mom spared us the torture of pretending to watch the mormon christmas video and instead she made us a slide show. I loved it! Bobra, the computer genius, helped her put it together and it was so much fun to watch. They really did a great job, everyone even stayed awake!




Well almost everyone.




Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen? Wait there's more!




We opened a few presents that night and I am proud to say that Logan's favorite present was the one his favorite aunt gave him, never mind that it was the only present he opened that night.





I made both my parents photo books for their Christmas gifts from Al and I. I think they liked them!






The rest of the night was spent throwing kids in the air,




trying to convince Albert that babies look great on him,




Changing poopy diapers,




suphicating while Albert was bench presseing me,




And we finished the night watching Fred Claus.




Notice Logan STILL enjoying his favorite toy from his favorite aunt!

cough...me...cough, cough.