It's still Christmas at our house.
Really. The tree is still up. The stockings still hung by the chimney with care. The Christmas photos just now loaded onto the computer.
I know you're probably all holidayed out, but here's our Christmas recap. In pictures.
Jacob loved the Optimus Prime that Adam bought for him. Poor Adam, though, didn't quite understand that once he opened it, it didn't immediately return back to him.
We let the kids open their gifts from one another on Christmas Eve morning. We take them shopping separately, give them ten bucks and let them pick out for their siblings. Amazing how much they love the matchbox cars and crayons that might otherwise get pushed aside by the bigger things on Christmas morning.
We went to church on Christmas Eve. Elizabeth had to have somewhere to wear the fancy dress I couldn't pass up. You can see that the fancy headband lasted all of two minutes.
And this would've been the best. picture. ever. Think I could just pencil some eyeballs in there?
The only night of the year my boys go to bed quietly, happily, and willingly.
Elizabeth. Not so much.
I know this was Jacob's only Christmas wish, but really Santa, do you know just how many of those teeny weeny pieces are covering his floor at this moment? 799. They hurt when you step on them.
That baby sure was a big hit.
Until the Bumblebee was located.
Just let us open the presents already!
My mom gave Jacob a Nintendo DS, he asked for one, but knowing he'd probably figure out what it was, she wrapped it inside a shoe box.
Pretend there is a picture of him with the most sour look on his face because my camera never would snap for that one. It was classic. I know you shouldn't laugh at your kids, but it was truly funny. "SHOES! I didn't want SHOES!" Good times.
Adam, for the record, was happy to get shoes. Of course they were Optimus Prime shoes.
And that's about it. I refused to be a slave to the camera this year and just enjoyed the moments.
The kids probably got half of what they've received in previous years which was nicer because they were able to actually PLAY with everything. No toys left in boxes or poor misfit toys unloved in a corner. One nice thing about being poor this year.
Only 353 more days until we do it again!
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