Pajama Party!

That's right. We wear matching flannel jammies. 

You know you're jealous. 

There's No Place Like Raleigh for the Holidays

There was the usual cookie baking extravaganza:

Followed by the cookie decorating extravaganza:

Culminating in the traditional pre-Christmas sugar high:

On Christmas morning, there were ponies for everyone:

Except for Lucy, who got a bone:

Did I mention that I brought a blizzard back with me?

There was some serious snuggling to be had:

We squeezed in a photo shoot for Dutch Tourism complete with Dutch jumpers, Dutch flutes, and a book about The Netherlands:

Lily kept me company while I got my toes did:

 And no visit to Raleigh is complete without a random dance party in a public place:

World's Best Welcoming Committee

After 23 hours of travel, on the last flight out of Heathrow (not exaggerating!), I was met at the airport (without my suitcase, of course), by my favorite people in the world: