Merry Christmas.

Christmas morning. Our parents woke us excited, so excited that we wondered if they were really our parents and not some children they had been replaced by. Groggy-eyed, we let them feed us, then Daddy took us downstair to get us dressed in our Christmas outfits while Mommy (Mummie?) put her face on.

We must have looked cute, because she squealed when she came downstairs and saw us. Or maybe it was Daddy. She says he's handsome.

We sat in our bouncy seats and stared at the lights on the tree, but we heard Mommy and Daddy saying Christmas this year was better than they imagined it'd be. Friends and family from back home (well, this is our home-- we don't know anything else!) sent boxes of all sorts of fun things, and we even got venison, mashed potatoes, veggies and red wine for dinner [via breast milk].

We pretty much napped in front of the fire, ate too many Christmas cookies [via breast milk] and watched our parents play with our new toys. All day long.

They were desperate to get a family photo. . .

Neither of us were harmed in the above photo. Actually, I liked it. Katharina didn't make a peep.

This was hard to get. Really hard. We tried to sit as still as possible, but
it was really the last thing we wanted to do at the time.

But then colds got us a little down and we spent what was left of the day doing nothing but eating [via breast milk], snuggling and sleeping.

See our red, puffy noses? Don't worry, we know we're still cute.

That's all for now! Merry Christmas from all of us in Scotland!

Love, 

Sebastian 

(Katharina's busy doing other things at the moment)