My mother used to dress us all in matching themed outfits every Christmas Sunday. This went on until we were well into our teenage years. To be honest, I hated it. Now that I am the momma of my family, I think sometime in the future I might have to bring back the torturous occasion... it's tradition.
Unfortunately, this year we were a bit low on funds, so new clothes for everyone wasn't a possibility. My sister, London, kindly bought this darling outfit for Palmer. I am so thankful for her thoughtfulness. He looked absolutely darling, and didn't even mind to hat too much. Thanks to my other sister, Sariah, for watching Palmer while Greg and I sang during sacrament meeting. We are so blessed to have such wonderful aunties!