Sunday, December 26, 2010

Christmas Morning 2010

On Christmas Eve, Santa had finished his work at our home fairly early, and we thought we were fortunate to have everything done so early so we could enjoy a movie together while the kids were all sleeping. The truth is, we should have gotten some sleep while we could.

Our Christmas morning started dark and early around 3:00 with Sara who was suffering from a night terror. She gets these from time to time, but this one was bad enough that I felt it necessary to try and wake her to get her calmed down. We put on an episode of the Office while she snuggled with us in bed and got all relaxed again.

At 4:00, Jack woke up with a terrible cough. I was actually worried it might be Pertussis. I have known more than one child in the recent past who has died from Pertussis, so I am constantly wary of it. After consulting the Google expert, we realized it was just a classic case of Croup. Ross took a cool shower with him, and we gave him some non-recall medication. Those, along with some motherly comfort food got him settled down just in time for Sara to wake up with the same croupy cough.

By the time all our kids were back in bed sleeping peacefully was about the time most families with young children start their Christmas morning. Ross and I chatted and snuggled for a while, knowing that the minute we fell asleep, the kids would be ready for our attention.

We headed off this eventuality by getting up and preparing some breakfast. That did the trick. Emma came down when she heard us downstairs and went through her stocking without having to battle with siblings for the lime-light. She loved it.
Santa brought the girls both a robe, a pretty dress, a My Little Pony, a puzzle, a little pine-tree to plant, a headband, some nail polish, candy, a coloring book and crayons, and other little goodies of that dollar barrell nature.
Sara came down just as our little breakfast of juice, scrambled eggs, toast, and cinnamon rolls was ready. We decided to start a new torturous tradition where the kids don't get to open their wrapped presents until after breakfast is all eaten. Their Santa presents are not wrapped, so it is not nearly as mean as it could be. . . .
The Haul! Our family is well loved!
Santa brought Jack some tractors. I thought they were not very age-appropriate, but Santa and Ross must know a little bit more about boys because he LOVES them.

Their ponies. Their favorite stocking stuffers by far.
Ross got a basketball. It was one of the few affordable things on his wish-list. Boys are hard to shop for! (well. . . picky ones are at least. . .) I read an article that said that if you really want to know what your kids actually want rather than hear what all their friends or the tv have told them they want, you should have them make a few different lists. Whatever appears on every list is what they really want, and not the silly fancies that entered their head from other stimuli.
When Emma put Princess Soup on her first list, I knew that she was referring to a can od Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup she had seen at the store that day that had a Disney Princess on them, and was sure this was one of those silly fancies that would pass.
Not so.
Every time anybody asked her what she wanted for Christmas, that was the first thing she said- including the one chance she got to ask Santa himself. As a result, Sara and Emma got matching cans of Princess Soup, and those $0.75 items might very well be the absolute highlight of Emma's day. Silly girl!
The kids got Ross an army (3) of nutcrackers.
These funny dice might be Jack's favorite toy of the day. They rattle, crinkle, and have a mirror on one side. Perfect!
We got the girls this fun little lap-top full of learning games. They like it almost as much as the Princess Soup.
Ross got me some slippers. Sara likes to pet them. It's cute.
I got Ross a clay pigeon holder. I can't wait to take him on another shooting date.
My mother-in-law got me a super cute apron and baking mitts, my husband got me pyrex baking-ware, and my mother got me a double crock-pot set. I better get my tushie in the kitchen!
My big surprise gift (that makes me wonder how we stayed under budget. . . he says he got a good deal. . .) was a silhouette vinyl and paper cutter. It is awesome. I love it. Much craftiness is sure to ensue!
Santa brought the girls that magna-doodle table to share, but Jack has since claimed it as his own. Merry Christmas!
Christmas really is more fun with little kids. Also, note the glittery wings on the back of her PJs. Cute. :)
Those were not by any means all our gifts. I tried to cut down on the pictures for this post. The girls got sweet dolls from Grandma Goodman that now sleep with them every night and are their reasoning for not wanting to obey me now- ie: "I can't right now, the baby is sleeping." "Ummm, in a minute. I have to feed the baby."
They were given an awesome mod-podged box by Dana for them to keep all their barbies in. I love it. Much less clutter now. Dana also gave me a cake stand, and she and my parents got Ross a cool jumper set for the car that also has an air compressor, and doesn't need another car to jump a dead one. Awesome! Along with my awesome apron, Ross's parents sent a big bag of almonds. I love when they do that! I use them constantly!
That is not all, but I will end my list there. Suffice it to say that we were well-loved, and are so very grateful for all the thoughtful presents.
I couldn't get a good enough picture of this, but the kitten stepped on one of those sticky label things that go on shirts that tell the size. You know what I am referring to, right? Well he got it stuck to the pad of his paw, and was freaking out (because cats can't feel where they are stepping when that is covered), so he spent a good 15 mintues scooting around on his side like that. Funny stuff, folks! Hilarious, even.
Ross and Jack took a conveniently timed nap while I cleaned up the post-present-madness mess. How cute are they? The rest of the day was spent napping, playing with our new presents, and (for me at least) preparing a nice roast for Christmas dinner. This is the second year we have not stepped foot outside our house all of Christmas Day. Bliss.
Before bed, we were sure to tell the Christmas Nativity story again to emphasize the real reason of this holiday. I love this time of year, and am always a bit sad to see it end. I credit that sadness (and certainly NOT laziness) for having my tree still up some time in February.
We hope all of our friends and family had as wonderful of a day, and that the peace of this season will continue even after all the lights and pine boughs are taken down. We love all of you and are grateful for your influence in our lives.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I am not exaggerating when I say that reading about your Christmas was one of my top three favorite things about Christmas this year. I'm glad that this post was nice and long and detailed and had pictures. Sounds like the best day ever.