The big guy says Merry Christmas from the Joyces!

It's MLK. Not Santa. Sorry. This post is very late. Actually, it's not late; we're just keeping Christmas in our hearts all year long, right?

Connor

Favorite gift to give: Orioles Santa cap to Graeme
Favorite gift to receive: Under Armour metal spike baseball cleats

Graeme

Favorite gift to give: Credit Card Monopoly

Favorite gift to receive: Nerd book from Mom.
Just kidding: definitely ipod touch.Owen

Favorite gift to receive: DSi
Favorite gift to give: "The Nutty Professor" movie and snack basket for Dad

Reilly

Favorite gift to receive: DSi to share with Owen,
first ipod from Aunt Meg
Favorite gift to give: ball books for Pierce

Pierce
loves his coloring book from Nana best of all.

I was laughing so hard I cried over the "Report Card" the boys made me. I got the highest scores in "Encouraging" and "Overall Awesomeness" but was scored lowest in the winter marking period for serving soup regularly.
Hopefully I made up for it by serving cookies for breakfast.
Dad gave each of the boys his OWN 2009 complete set of baseball cards. Go e-bay Dad! They were thrilled!

" I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together."

Martin Luther King

Now who's gonna clean up this mess?

P.S.
And Santa really did come. However, only half a gift: a large bucket of baseballs. The note he left explained that due to our huge snowstorm (a real white Christmas in MD) rooftop landings were tricky this year and the professional grade batting tee he'd planned to give the boys slipped out of his sleigh and plummeted to the ground somewhere over Delaware. Only a heroic dive by Blitzen had saved the balls. He promised to send elves out in search of the batting tee and mail it to us via the post office when it was located. We waited several weeks, started to doubt the elves, and then, one day while I was out running errands, our mailman Bob delivered the package to Connor, just like this:
That must have been some tumble from the sleigh! So, as I said, we're keeping Christmas in our hearts all year long and we hope you do, too.

Why walk when you can run... everywhere!

Mommy made me stop for just a second to take these photos for Aunt Priscilla because I am wearing Timmy's hand-me-downs for the first time! Thanks, they're just my style! Now she's making me go take a nap so she can do the Christmas blog... finally!