Another wonderful Christmas come and gone. We started the Christmas Eve festivities with our Ihop breakfast tradition that was put on hold for the last 2 years. After such luck at Culvers, I had high expectations. We left swearing off this tradition for another 2 years. You win some, you lose some. Later that afternoon Jason took the kids to the church to play basketball and ride their plasma cars around the gym. I stayed home, cranked the Christmas music and started cooking Christmas Eve dinner. It was sort of fabulous. We had Tyson and Dawn's family over for dinner and the festivities.
Acting out the nativity, always a little irreverent but always memorable.
The traditional open first pajamas didn't go over so well. I thought it would be cute to get Maddox and Ryder matching pajamas. Maddox was highly offended that I would buy him "baby pajamas", and then they were so tight he couldn't even bend over. We tried to stifle our laughs. He completely fell apart and was finally comforted with the promise of a new pair of pajamas when the stores reopend. And a chance to open another present A watch. And all was good in the world again.
We wrapped the night up with The Polar Express, Nordic Santa Tracker, spying for Rudolph's nose, setting out cookies for Santa and a sleepover complete with hearing reindeer hooves on the roof. And visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads. Until one by one they all came out asking to sleep in their own rooms where it was more comfortable. I love the excitement of Christmas eve.
We had a theme going on this year called, "replace everything we got rid of before we moved". I have been so excited to finally get to go on our Sunday family bike rides again. And Jason wasn't too excited about having to move a trampoline every time he mows the lawn, but everyone else was so excited to finally have one again. And this is what the rest of our Christmas looked like...
The look on Ryder's face cracks me up, he is pretty ticked that Kylie rode his flik without asking.
If only every day were Christmas...I feel like that until the day after Christmas when I can't wait to pack up all the decorations. I hope I never see anything glitter again and I cringe just walking by the Christmas clearance bins. What is it about that? Maybe it's because it's depressing that it's over and I don't want the reminder, or maybe it's because Christmas was just so good that I don't want to taint the wonderful memories. Or maybe it's a little of both.