Christmas Eve

We started Christmas Eve at Grandma Ellie's.

Know what's awesome?

Getting a present as big as you are.

It was a Fisher Price Animal Farm, and all Kiki had to say was, "I love it! I really love it! I'm so excited!"

John and his boys, Theo and Preston

Dave and Jill
Kate received Littlest Pet Shops- it's a new obsession but one that has been indulged completely between her birthday and Christmas.
George, Bruce, Kate, Jill, Dave, and Merrilee.

Me, my mom, and Kiki. It's nice having her hair out of her face since it makes finding her nose so much easier.

Then we headed over to the Wynn's for an emotional and moving reading of Luke/Nativity.

Of course, that went totally as planned. "...and the time came that she should be delivered..."

Pull a stunt like that and you're not Mary anymore.

(I was actually not mocking Mary, it's just one of those pictures that you look at later and wonder what in the world you were doing.)

The Wynn kids played their roles to a T. The Hatch girls refused to participate, leaving Bruce to play Joseph. Kiki finally agreed to be Mary after I told her that if she didn't do it she was going to "burn." "I don't want to burn," she said.

Then we watched Polar Express and ate Red Vines, then we went home and opened our new pajamas, then Kate triumphantly ripped the last link off of her Christmas chain, then she ran around screaming, "I'm so excited!", then Bruce and I were like, "Get your behinds in bed or I'm calling Santa!", and then they fell asleep.

And Santa came.