The Stockings Were hung from the Chimney with Care...

The stockings are finally finished! I cut out the patterns (obviously, by the look of Brent's heel). My mom sewed it all on. I still haven't really learned exactly how to use that little machine of mine.

Marley asked for a Christmas tree on her stocking. It wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but who argues with a three year old?

Just incase we get old and forget the first letter in our name I had our initials put on.

The pink and brown is my attempt to keep Farrah a baby instead of turning one in two weeks.

He's a good man, he deserves a stocking with his favorite team. No crying Tebow jokes here.

I am aware that I need to trim the heel.