On Christmas Eve, Mike and I went to bed at 12:30am, which has to be some sort of parenting record. The kids’ presents had all been wrapped two days earlier, so we just had to do some arranging of gifts and we were set.
The next morning the rest of my extended family came over, miraculously arriving before the kids woke up. After everyone brought in their gifts, we stood around in the kitchen drinking hot chocolate until Annie finally led James into the kitchen. She was totally amped to go see the presents, but James was more interested in running up to everyone to give them a hug (that will change next year).
We finally let Annie come into the room with the presents after I’d ran ahead. I love that moment when kids see the gifts…all that Christmas magic come true. Annabel did not disappoint.
She ran around the room, pointing at things and squealing. She even brought James over to his big present, a slide, and encouraged him to come down by saying, “Don’t worry, buddy, I’ll catch you!”
At first, James was like, “There’s a slide in here…and some tents…and all of these boxes and people, WTF is happening?!” But he eventually warmed up when he realized there were things he could climb around and carry.
After everyone had a pile of presents at their feet, I sat back and watched each one get ripped open. I adore giving presents and making people happy, so cheesy as it is, I love watching people open gifts on Christmas morning. Especially my kids.
James meticulously ripped tiny pieces of paper off of each present. It took him approximately ten minutes to open each gift, and he couldn’t have been happier about it.
And then there was Annabel, who tore through each present and shrieked with delight the second she realized what was inside.
After the presents were open, I spent several hours assembling things, and by that I mean I called several help hotlines, visited troubleshooting websites, and requested a few replacement parts. Seriously, kids’ toys are the worst.
Later in the afternoon we headed to my parents’ house, where we met up with several more relatives for dinner. My brother took our annual family picture in front of the Christmas tree (minus Rigby, oops!).
I also had Mike take pictures of me with my babies, because there aren’t enough snaps of me with their always-changing faces.
The first Christmas dinner in my parents’ new house was filled with delicious food and laughter, just like all the holidays we’d celebrated in their old house. It was a wonderful day…as Annie said on December 26th, “Christmas was just so perfect, I wish it was Christmas today!”
I hope everyone who celebrated a holiday last week had a wonderful time!