We attended Midnight Mass as a family and both Paul and I were astonished at how well behaved both children were. There was hardly a peep out of either one. Matthew was awake the whole time, listening careful and joining in with the singing whenever he recognized the song. He was absolutely gleeful when our pastor paraded the Baby Jesus around the church while the congregation sang "Silent Night" before carefully placed him in the manger situated in front of the altar.
|The hand print "Santa Cat" ornaments Emma, Matthew, and I made the week before Christmas.|
Upon our return home, we enjoyed snack of eggnog and cookies (not the most appetizing thing at 2:30 in the morning!) and then got both kiddos down to bed by 3:30 AM. A late night for sure. Of course, this in no way affected their normal wake-up time, for bright and early at 7:00 AM, Matthew came parading in to our bedroom announcing his deep and urgent need for his morning sustenance. The fact that it was Christmas morning had escaped him.
"What day is it today?" Paul asked him enthusiastically.
"What day is it, Daddy?"
"You tell me, Matthew! What day is it today?" Paul tried again.
"It's Easter morning!"
Well, we never said he was smart.
Upon finally making it downstairs, Matthew was stoked to see all the presents under the tree. Then everything seemed to finally connect and he began dancing around chanting that it was Christmas Day. Presents were opened much more quickly than in years past and each one was met with enthusiasm. Baby Emma of course just tried to eat the wrapping paper.
Both children were thrilled with their gifts. The only downside to the whole day was the tiny bit of fighting that did ensue (mainly when Emma would touch, drool upon, or look at one of Matthew's new toys...we have to break him of this new uber-possessive phase of his!).
|The popcorn tin was certainly a hit. In between playing with their new toys, both kids would stop for a |
quick snack. Emma preferred the Caramel Corn while Matthew hogged the White Cheddar.
Matthew's favorite gift were the Buzz Lightyear and Woody dolls. Whenever he is at a friend's house for a playdate, these are the toys he inevitably finds and plays with the whole time. Getting him a set of his own seemed like a no-brainer. As he went to sleep that night, he cuddled in with his monkey, Buzz, and Woody, and told me: "Thank you, Mommy, for my Buzz and Woody." And we thought Santa would get all the credit.
|This is one happy kid.|
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, dear readers!