Last night, for the third (and possibly last) year in a row, Suzanne and I made it to the fantastic Houston Ballet's Nutcracker. I don't think we have pictures from every year, which is a shame, because they provide a fun picture of where are lives are every December. Every year seems to get progressively harder (Suzanne was in labor last night, literally, and Baby D cried the entire time I was gone) and every year we inevitably end up running late, sliding in just as the lights dim and the ushers start to get anxious, but still the tradition lives on!
Look at those two: would you ever guess there were almost five children between the two of them?
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