All the presents are wrapped. All of the presents my husband went out and bought because he temporarily lost his mind and decided that everyone need just a little something extra to go with the gifts we already had are wrapped. The stockings are hung and the stocking holders are duct-taped to the mantle because I bought heavy things to go in them. Little Man’s plot to booby trap Santa has been foiled (he didn’t get to sleep on the couch, so he wasn’t alerted by the jingle bells that he sneaked into the stockings).
Unless Baby Girl wakes up at 2:00 again asking for a bottle. (Yes, she’s back on the nightly bottle after getting sick because that’s the only way we could get fluids in her, so now we’ve gotta go through the painful process of taking it again…after Christmas.) Fingers are crossed that won’t happen since she had a busy day and no nap. If she does, we’ll haul her into “the big bed” as she calls it and hope she sleeps.
I stayed home all day, doing more cooking and cleaning, while Sam took the kids to a birthday party. I made a turkey breast in the crockpot (and it was heavenly and juicy), mashed potatoes, lima beans, a baked potato for me, corn on the cob, and biscuits. We used the nice plates and silverware we got as wedding gifts, and LM expressed shock over the fact that we owned such fancy things. The meal was followed by chocolate cake. It was all so good, and even Baby Girl ate more than just her cheesey roll up.
Afterwards we decorated our salt dough ornaments and opened gifts left from Rufus (our elf). They loved the new jammies and books. Then they opened one gift each from us, plus LM gave his dad and me our gifts. (He gave me Kylo Ren and Rey action figures; his dad got a socket wrench set.)
While Sam and I were busy cleaning the kitchen, we heard the distinct sound of paper being torn and found Baby Girl busy opening more presents. We told her not to do it, and went back into the kitchen where I watched her watch me from the corner of her eye, give me a devilish grin, and sprint back to the tree to finish her business. So, the kids also got to finish opening a carry along Lego case each since BG started each of them.
Eventually we got them into their jammies, brushed their teeth, made sure Santa had his goodies (Little Man left a letter with the goodies admonishing him for not bringing his dog a gift last year and asking for one this year), and read The Night Before Christmas.
I like how we’ve settled into our own family tradition now. It’s nice going to visit family for Christmas (well, sometimes it’s maddening, but mostly nice), but I like having our own Anxious Family thing. Christmas Eve dinner, dessert, crafts, a movie if we have time, open a present, read the book. It feels special to have our own little thing now.
It’s now officially Christmas Day in my neck of the woods, so Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, y’all.