Just when you thought I had beaten the Christmas metaphors to death, I find another zinger to end the season. This is the last one this year, I promise!
We had a fantastic Christmas this year – the perfect balance of low-key foursome time and crazy wonderful extended family gatherings.
Christmas Eve included church:
Bless them for the "friendly note to parents" message:
The children’s story
We have a wonderful church that we do not attend nearly enough. The people are always welcoming and have never once made me feel uncomfortable for our all-too-infrequent appearances.
After church came dinner, hanging the stockings, and ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas:
|A candid picture perfectly summing up our evening - Frances ensuring the stockings are securely attached, George desperately wanting to touch Frosty on the tree, Daddy filming, and Marshall and Max just happy to be in the fray.|
Not to be forgotten – milk and cookies for Santa and an apple for Rudolph.
And after all that preparation, Santa came!
We spent a lazy morning at home, opening presents and playing, playing, playing.
Nana and Pop showed up with some of the favorite presents of the day – American Girl twin dolls.
|Somehow my mother found a doll that looks exactly like George, hair and all.|
And if anyone else needs convincing that Will just might be the nicest person on the planet, take a look at my gift:
Yes, he printed out each and every entry of my blog from 2011, laminated it, and included a table of contents. I was blown away. I can only imagine how much time and effort this took and he did all of this this while working himself to death this year. I thought I was doing well giving him a personalized desk calendar from Snapfish. See what I mean, people?! It’s tough to be married to someone so perfect.
The rest of Christmas day was spent at Will’s parents who host an incredible Christmas dinner and gift-opening explosion, of which I have zero pictures except these of Frances lurking over the Barbie doll cake from Aunt Alison:
|That look says, "It's Christmas and I'm going to eat a Barbie cake."|
And now Will and I are enjoying a quiet evening at home after a full day of post-Christmas cleanup and new/old toy merging (and much-needed toy culling). Frances left with Nana and Pop today, bursting with excitement to spend the week in Lynchburg. She didn’t even flinch when I buckled her into her car seat and kissed her sweet cheek, saying with a lump in my throat, “I’ll see you on Thursday.” I am so proud of my girl but miss her terribly already.
George, on the other hand, is very happy to be an only child for the next four days.
|Let the kitchen dance parties begin.|
Happy Monday, everyone!