Christmas with kids is pretty great. The boys played ring around the rosy on Christmas Eve hoping to pass the time faster. It didn't work.
Mostly it just made C dizzy, but he got the bonus of snuggling with Dad to ward off the vertigo.
On our way to Steve's parent's for their traditional clam chowder dinner, we stopped by to see our Friends who give us their grapes every year. This time they gave the kids hollow chocolate Santas.
After dinner Steve organized Uno cards (It was important to him to know if there were any missing.) while the kids played with Legos.
M was unimpressed with my request to take her picture, but allowed it if she could choose whatever face she wanted. This expression is most likely a foreshadowing of things to come.
Grammy had the kids pick a nativity piece and tell the story of Christ's birth.
Steve read Luke 2.
Then it was time to open presents. C got socks. He was thrilled. We'll be sure to remind him of this when he is a teenager.
M got a fact book. She loves telling us the random and often disgusting things she learns.
It was time to leave, but not before changing into new jammies from Grammy and Grampy and taking pictures in front of the Christmas tree.
Once home, we set out treats for Santa and the reindeer.
I have it on good authority that he came.
We stayed home on Christmas and had a leisurely day. It was lovely.
Let's talk about this girl for a sec. She seemed reserved and skeptical much of the morning which was in sharp contrast to last year. And there was a moment when Steve and I were distracted and she pointed to the boy's new bikes and offhandedly/nonchalantly asked, "How much did those cost"? That little stinker had waited for us to be occupied and hoped to trick us into saying something. Without missing a beat I shrugged and said, "I don't know. You would have to ask Santa". Here's the thing though...later I heard J telling M how weird it was that her slime kit had Elmer's glue just like he has a school. She told him the packaging was the elves way of disguising their work. It was a brilliant answer and I'm not sure if it was for him or her, but I love this little girl so much. Looks like she is straddling childhood and adolescence.
My Sister stopped by for dinner and was sure to wear her jammies once the kids told her that was the preferred clothing option for the day.
Steve was given Bamboozled at work. It's a horrible jelly bean game where green might be lime or grass, white could be popcorn or moldy cheese, or brown could be chocolate or dog food, etc. Of course we had to play. There are no pics of me. I said I wouldn't play and then gave into peer pressure, but was the woman behind the camera.
Steve also got ghost pepper popcorn at work. The adults tried it and it was very, very spicy/hot. It will not be an item we keep on hand.
It was a great Christmas.
Mostly it just made C dizzy, but he got the bonus of snuggling with Dad to ward off the vertigo.
On our way to Steve's parent's for their traditional clam chowder dinner, we stopped by to see our Friends who give us their grapes every year. This time they gave the kids hollow chocolate Santas.
After dinner Steve organized Uno cards (It was important to him to know if there were any missing.) while the kids played with Legos.
M was unimpressed with my request to take her picture, but allowed it if she could choose whatever face she wanted. This expression is most likely a foreshadowing of things to come.
Grammy had the kids pick a nativity piece and tell the story of Christ's birth.
Steve read Luke 2.
Then it was time to open presents. C got socks. He was thrilled. We'll be sure to remind him of this when he is a teenager.
M got a fact book. She loves telling us the random and often disgusting things she learns.
It was time to leave, but not before changing into new jammies from Grammy and Grampy and taking pictures in front of the Christmas tree.
Once home, we set out treats for Santa and the reindeer.
I have it on good authority that he came.
We stayed home on Christmas and had a leisurely day. It was lovely.
On the stairs waiting to show C what Santa brought.
Street rollers and a slime kit.
Binoculars.
Scooter and puzzle.
Steve helped the boys put their new bikes together.
Let's talk about this girl for a sec. She seemed reserved and skeptical much of the morning which was in sharp contrast to last year. And there was a moment when Steve and I were distracted and she pointed to the boy's new bikes and offhandedly/nonchalantly asked, "How much did those cost"? That little stinker had waited for us to be occupied and hoped to trick us into saying something. Without missing a beat I shrugged and said, "I don't know. You would have to ask Santa". Here's the thing though...later I heard J telling M how weird it was that her slime kit had Elmer's glue just like he has a school. She told him the packaging was the elves way of disguising their work. It was a brilliant answer and I'm not sure if it was for him or her, but I love this little girl so much. Looks like she is straddling childhood and adolescence.
Purple slime.
Testing the new outdoor gear.
C refused to let anyone help him with his new scooter.
Nerf guns.
New Legos.
My Sister stopped by for dinner and was sure to wear her jammies once the kids told her that was the preferred clothing option for the day.
Fruit stripe gum. I had no idea it did this.
Steve was given Bamboozled at work. It's a horrible jelly bean game where green might be lime or grass, white could be popcorn or moldy cheese, or brown could be chocolate or dog food, etc. Of course we had to play. There are no pics of me. I said I wouldn't play and then gave into peer pressure, but was the woman behind the camera.
Steve was unlucky a lot.
D made this face every time he ate one whether it was yucky or yummy. The kid never flinched.
This is the only pic of M because she ran from the room every time someone suggested she play.
J just wanted to watch.
My Sister was the most unlucky. Almost no yummy jellybeans.
C was desperate to eat any and all jellybeans no matter the taste.
Steve also got ghost pepper popcorn at work. The adults tried it and it was very, very spicy/hot. It will not be an item we keep on hand.
It was a great Christmas.
Formal.
Informal.
Love my Man.
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