MIL took us all out to eat at a fancy restaurant the day after Christmas.
Yeah, our busy kids + a fancy restaurant = parents that don’t get to eat much of the food. Which was a bummer because it’s a nice restaurant with good food. Hubby had to snarf his dessert rather than enjoy it. I didn’t even have a chance to hit the salad bar. I’m still sad about that. Anyway, afterwards we came back and she brought in all her gifts for the kids. I don’t think I got a photo of the good 15+ pounds of various chocolate/candies she also brought for the kids. She did stockings and gifts and all sorts of stuff for them. Sigh. She’s gotten better though, this isn’t near as much as she’s brought in years past.
Babe got a horsey. He’s managed to smack a few people with the pole of the horse already.
Ripping open the big boxes.
Oh baby was he excited. The other week when we were in a neighboring town, we stopped by a toy shop that had a Quadrilla set all set up to look at/play with. Just to see how the kids would react. The *loved* it. So the 8yo was beyond thrilled when he saw that’s what he got.
Complete with hats for everyone. Different hats for each one. They’re big and fuzzy, cover the ears, and have those handy pom-poms for whapping people with.
He had to rip open a package before bedtime. So exciting.
Building/assembling it for the first time. It comes with a booklet/pamphlet of how to build those suckers. 8yo followed the instructions to the letter the first few weeks, now he’s starting to get the hang of the pieces and what they do, and is branching out into his own combinations and own creations. Which was our evil plan.
And this was MIL’s gift to me (along with a Starbucks card, yeehaw!). It’s really, really pretty. I have just the right spot to put it in (year round, I’m not taking that sucker down), out of kid reach even. Now to actually get it up one of these days…
Christmas morning. It actually was like 8am, but I’d been up until 2am doing finishing touches on things. I took a nap after all the hubbub. The kids were allowed to rip into their stockings before we woke up, but that was it.
This is a little play sink I played with when I was little. And then later my sister labeled it with Sharpie in her name, but whatever. Sigh.
A real drill from Daddy. Will be put to use this summer.
“And the mess is *this* big!”
He got to unwrap his own gift.
He wasn’t entirely sure what to think, but was okay with the whole idea.
The wrapping paper shrapnel. And my ghostly-pale feet and legs and hubby’s slipper clad feet.
Putting together Legos. He’s getting better at following the instructions provided and not freaking out every time he has to look for a part or go back and fix something.
My gifts. My big one was the giant red Le Creuset from a while back. Sure comes in handy for making one-pot meals for 6-7 people. The serving spoon and slotted spoon match my flatware set. Teehee.
Spot hung out in several places. (yes, I know I need to dust, it happens)
He sure likes hanging out. *snort*
He’s also quite adventurous. He was zip-lining to the tree with a piece of wrapping ribbon.
So he could leave a gift in the tree for the kids. Because, of course, Santa picked up Spot on his way through town.
So not a flattering photo, but hey, I guess we were all in it. Sigh. I have like no photos on my wall. Just clutter. Maybe we’ll get around to fixing part of that, but I’m still not holding my breath for a good family photo. Oh yeah, this was on the yearly lake cruise to see Santa at the North Pole.
I made special hot chocolate for the boys at some point. Can’t remember which day. They were beyond thrilled though.