Christmas eve was spent in the traditional holiday frenzy. My husband spent a few hours extracting toys from their boxes, twist-ties, and those horrible sharp plastic things, while I bustled about baking, cleaning and trying to remember everything we were on the verge of forgetting.
- Did you pack the baby's diapers? - Check
- Don't forget to water the tree! - Check
- Did Santa eat his cookies? - Check
- Program the coffee maker! - Check
- Check to make sure all the stocking stuffers come out equal. - Check
I never realized how many tiny little details my parents had to handle to pull off Christmas every year. No wonder they always seemed just a bit sleepier than normal on Christmas morning (or maybe that was because my sister always woke us all up before dawn).
The kids all woke around 7:00 and we had some time to open our stockings before everyone came by for breakfast.

How's this for an excited face -
And thanks to my brother-in-law there is actually a photo of me. I swear someone is going to go through my photo albums one day, and there will be hardly any proof that I ever existed. I'm always the one behind the camera. :o)

2 comments:
I have been checking your blog non-stop...waiting and hoping for your Christmas pictures. They are so sweet! My heart hurts from how much I miss you all right now. I love you, love you, love you!!!!
Beautiful photos. Such a fun time and wonderful memories.
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