The stockings were filled. The fat man came and went. There were balls. There were electronics. There was even a little fire. Not to mention so…many…cookies. As usual, I endlessly documented it all and will now try to find a way to show a reasonable slice of the 200+ photos that turned out. Consider yourself warned, this is going to be a long one.
Every year we find ourselves in the same conundrum. We spend Christmas Eve in Sherman. We spend (much of) Christmas day in Houston. With all that running around, it’s hard to imagine the boys getting a fair shake at actually playing with their toys. This wouldn’t be much of a problem for Santa’s gifts (more on that later) but everything else has to be opened a little earlier. So we get started two days before Christmas.
That’s Max’s first rainbow loom book, which is a clever way to get him to stop asking us to watch rainbow loom videos. Because everything in our world is about rainbow loom bracelets right now.
A few weeks ago the boys hid themselves away in Max’s room for a little while and spent a bunch of time working on a gift for Christy. She finally had the chance to open it.
At Mommy’s urging, Owen ran around saying, “Luke, I am your father.” Which he doesn’t understand and is a MAJOR SPOILER but apparently mommy doesn’t care about these things. All is well, though, because she got me a gift certificate to our local indoor skydiving place. I’m sure we’ll have much more to share on that in the coming months.
The rest of Christmas Eve Eve was spent in our usual mix of crazy preparation and attempts at relaxation.
Then, after we’d baked all the cookies we could possibly stand, we tried to get some sleep so we’d be ready for the days to come.
Somewhere in there, as well, food was eaten. Lots and lots of delicious food. When the pajamas come out that can only mean one thing. It was time to make the trip home in the dark and let the boys lose their minds looking for blinking red lights in the sky. Then the morning finally arrived.
It’s a tradition in my family to force the children to wait an uncomfortably long time to come down and actually open their presents, you see. Before we move on, I should probably explain something. Max has spent the last several months going on and on about how he wants a Nintendo 3DS for Christmas. It’s been a little over the top, so we eventually took to explain to him that if he wasn’t good Santa would just make a mistake and get him 3 Dirty Socks instead. This became a running gag. He’s going to get you 3 Dapper Squirrels. He’s going to get you 3 Disappointed Scorpions. He’s going to get you 3 Disoriented Sloths.
Yes, while Max had spent months demanding expensive electronics, his brother couldn’t manage to expand his list beyond a $15 pig game. Maybe that’s why Santa spoiled him a little.
The boys were only able to play with their new toys for a little while before we loaded everything up in the car to head down to Nan and Papa’s. Of course, said toys were perfectly suited to use in the car. It was quite possibly the most quiet car ride we’ve ever had with them. Of course, they weren’t done with them even after we arrived.
It is impossible to overstate just how ridiculously over-presented these children were this Christmas. It’s been weeks now and we still haven’t even managed to play with all of them.
It was also an embarrassment of riches for the grown ups, and not just thanks to the generosity of our parents when it came to gifts.
Bananas foster? Don’t mind if I do.
There was a little gap in between there without a ton of photos. Christy was kind enough to let me take Papa out for some movie time. We watched an engaging documentary about the cable news broadcasting industry (starring Will Ferrell). We returned just in time for me to head out some more so Christy and I could enjoy a nice dinner together. We were back just in time to pick up the boys and get them into bed.
The next morning, the fun began again in earnest.
It was a crazy morning. I’m not sure how long we were there, but it seemed like quite a while. There was a game of hide and seek that seemed to go on forever.
Later in the day we had some time set aside for Max and Barrett to get some one on one time together.
The boys had a great time together, but we weren’t quite done yet. I didn’t manage to get any pictures from the evening, but they all spent it hanging out at Emma’s place, taking advantage of Uncle Ryan’s new media room.
As you can see, it was an incredibly eventful Christmas week. The rest of the weekend was spent on driving home and trying to recover in whatever way we could. Of course, we had almost another full week of vacation time to figure out how to manage. We’ll get to that next time.
You’d think by now I’d be done. All those pictures and all this storytelling, what more could I possibly have to share?
A Brief Montage
Once I started editing, this seemed to make the most sense to me.
The Ride Home
We couldn’t get him to stop doing this. Mario fans might recognize the song.
And that’s it. Seriously. I couldn’t possibly share any more unless you want your usual link to the rest of the photos. Aside from that, though, all we have is wishes that everyone else had as happy a holiday as we did. See you next time!