The Night Before Christmas...

We spent Christmas Eve shopping for last-minute gifts, snowboarding (in Steve's case), modeling small hats, taking typing tests, holding babies, feasting, and singing.  

Big Man in Red

We ran into this guy last week shopping for queso at WalMart...

Clark was later seen imitating the big guy in the red suit.  Here he is trying on his hat:

He got it on the right part of his head for his 15-week photo:

All he's missing now are the reindeer, and, as a little boy pointed out, a beard.

Unfortunately, after he delivered all sorts of Christmas cheer, mini Santa had a not-so-mini breakdown.  Good thing Mom was there to cheer him up.

First Snow

Clark recently experienced snow for the first time (in a homespun hat no less):

From left to right:

  - "this snow you speak of, Mom,...sounds interesting..."

  - "whoa.  In the eyes."

  - "Snow. yeah...I'll have to get back to you on that one."

Headgear

Karlee bought us some matching headbands to sport around town.  At one store another shopper stopped me to ask where I'd gotten mine since "they must be popular because she saw someone else wearing the same one!" 

Multiple Identities

Our house has been a lot of things in the almost 2 years that we've lived here: a cardboard box storage facility, a Bath & Body Works distribution center, a Roomba warehouse, a smoothie bar, a greenhouse...and lately...a textiles mill.  I've been upcycling our old clothes (e.g. thermal pants, old t-shirts, huge weird clothes Steve inherited in Finland...) into shirts for Clark.  I made the collared shirts (complete with tiny pockets) out of discarded scraps from a shirt manufacturer.  Not pictured are the current works in progress, and sweater vest I attempted yesterday that was a complete fail.

Twinners

Steve dressed to match Clark or it was the other way around.  Either way, these are the fine looking men I hang around with at church.

Winter Wear

Clark was trying on his winter wear earlier today in preparation for his first visit to Utah.  I think he's ready.  Bring on the ice and snow.

Storytime

I wouldn't describe Clark as a bookworm at 3 months but he seems to enjoy storytime with his dad.  Here he is, looking especially chubby, captivated by A Circus of Colors a couple weeks ago.

Pizza Throwdown

As part of our Thanksgiving mega weekend we held a pizza throwdown.  Each family was invited to bring their best pizza skills and go head to head.  

With one oven, our progressive 8-pizza dinner took 2 hours but everyone was full by the end.  There was something for everyone: thick crust, thin crust, white, wheat, rye, supreme, Hawaiian, and CPK Santa Fe style.

We brought our well-seasoned pizza stone which some declared was a gimmick, but gimmick or not I like my stone.  The winner of the competition was undecided, but 10 full stomachs is worth something, I'm sure.

Just Because...

...the last post of my guy was so gnarly.  Do I feel bad for Clark's siblings?  All the time.  I'm doubtful that they'll have 500+ pictures taken for every month of their lives.  

Hair

Here's to hoping Clark doesn't grow up and choose "sick balding rocker" as his profession:

I'm also hoping he grows up to have a good sense of humor.  
If anyone is interested, the recipe for this look is as follows:
1 handful of way too long mom hair 
1 cute baby
1 stressful day
1 nearby camera
Mix together, get a good laugh, and blog about it.