is what Christmas should, and for the most part did look like:
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Christmas Morning
Christmas morning didn't quite start out as we'd expected. Oliver stayed in his bed the whole night, a bit of a miracle, and didn't wake up until after 8 (earlier than normal, but definitely not too early for Christmas). The thing that really threw us though was that when Oliver did finally get out of bed he was crying. He came straight to our room. But he was so sad. Why? He wanted us to already be out of bed when he got up. He was sad that we weren't awake yet.
Needless to say we got up and ready as quickly as possible. We took him to the bathroom to blow his nose and wipe his tears. And we tried to get him excited to go see what Santa brought. That didn't work out so well.
Santa delivered. He brought exactly what Oliver asked for:
Chuggington trains and the Toy Story train.
But it still took a few minutes for Oliver to actually get excited about it. It was really only 2 or 3 minutes from photo #1 to photo #4, but it felt so long.
#1 - so sad Oliver on the way to see what Santa brought
#2 - not quite sure if he's ready to be excited yet
#3 - dad got right in there and started playing with the trains
#4 - the huge smile and excitement we were waiting for!
Needless to say we got up and ready as quickly as possible. We took him to the bathroom to blow his nose and wipe his tears. And we tried to get him excited to go see what Santa brought. That didn't work out so well.
Santa delivered. He brought exactly what Oliver asked for:
Chuggington trains and the Toy Story train.
But it still took a few minutes for Oliver to actually get excited about it. It was really only 2 or 3 minutes from photo #1 to photo #4, but it felt so long.
#2 - not quite sure if he's ready to be excited yet
#3 - dad got right in there and started playing with the trains
#4 - the huge smile and excitement we were waiting for!
Christmas Eve
To be completely honest, Christmas Eve was a little dissapointing for me this year. I won't go into all of the reasons why, it just wasn't quite what I'd hoped for.
We usually spend Christmas Eve at Pud & Ude's house (Nate's grandparents). But this year they had the family dinner a few days early so that more of Nathan's cousins could be there.
So we ended up making dinner for my family. Overall it was good, but could have been better. The roast got cold. Why does every recipe tell you to let a roast stand before you cut it if it's just going to end up cold? But we had a good night together. That's what matters most right?
When we went home - way too late - we each opened one present. Then read the story of Christ's birth for our nightly scripture reading.
Oliver was SOOO excited when he opened his Christmas Eve present... for a minute... then he said "but I wanted a dog pillow pet." That kid! Seriously! If he weren't so cute.
Here's Oliver with his monkey pillow pet:
Here's Oliver with his monkey pillow pet:
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