Great, way to go there big guy.
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There may or may not have been a not so merry moment in the kitchen when I was trying to do five things at once while keeping an eager-to-help 6YO occupied with breakfast making tasks before I had a cup of coffee and I asked Scott for a little help. And when I say help, I mean I basically wanted someone to listen to me talk myself through the assorted possibilities of the best time to put the eggs in the oven. Yeah. There may or may not have been a reminder of how vacuuming was done the day before and there may or may not have been subtle slamming of the refrigerator door and aggressive-yet silent-dish washing for a few minutes.
But we soon worked it out and had a group hug.
For Christmas breakfast this year we had baked oatmeal, shirred eggs, pigs in a blanket, fruit and bubble bread. I had big plans of photographing our meal, but then I think I forgot about it. I did later snap one of the bubble bread carcass. Hmmm...you think we liked it?
A blank Hello Kitty notebook, markers, a couple of easy reader books, PEZ and a pack of gum sent her over the moon. It's so easy to forget that children are easily pleased and really don't need a bunch of the latest and greatest toys or the most expensive toys. Seeing her respond to her simple stocking was refreshing and sweet. Of course it didn't make us return her bigger gifts, but I still appreciated the reminder.
Now, I don't know about you, but we (okay, I) like for the gift opening process to last a little while. We try to take turns opening so each gift gets its own little moment of glory. It doesn't always work out that way, but we try. While the eggs were baking (yes, I finally reached a decision) Annelise started opening her gifts.
She was SO excited that Santa came through with these squeaky battery operated rodents, also known as Zhu Zhu pets. Santa wasn't able to get any accessories, but I have a feeling that once the holiday shopping dust settles these little guys will have some toys to play with and get their daily battery supplied exercise.
Pappo and Grandma gave our daughter her first firearm. Isn't that sweet? I do love the fact that the holster is pink, don't you?
As the morning turned to afternoon it was apparent that little bits of Christmas had spread throughout the house in no particular order.
Meet Katie, a Liv doll, who came with a few wigs in order to match her hair to her mood. She's hanging out next to the Chixo condo in her salon chair patiently waiting for her stylist to get back to her.
But she forgot to pick up her clothes.
Now that they are here, these little wig heads are kinda creeping me out.
Don't forget to meet one of the Chixo girls waiting for her pillow and rug to dry so she can decorate her condo with more sticky plastic balls. Be sure though to ignore the dog and cat hairs that will inevitably get stuck in each and every ball configuration because you chose to work on the floor instead of the table.
LOOK! Here's Paul Mc Cartney in the flesh, right here in our family room.
These little fur balls finally nestled in for a nap. Okay, they are kinda cute.
But I settled for making our yummy taco soup standby for an easy Christmas day supper.
But, thank goodness, I know I'm blessed in so many ways, so those silly feelings don't linger too long.
Especially since I sweet-talked Scott into watching The Proposal with me.
Just because I'm curious (some might say nosy), do y'all open presents on Christmas eve or on Christmas morning/day? Is it a free for all or is there a semblance of organization?