I gotta say, the above is more how we went to bed.. not really sequential of how we woke up. I LOVE the story of how we woke up.... I didn't sleep well the night before.. Classic parent anxiety "what if they wake up and I don't hear them?!?!" "What if they get into all the presents and I miss it?!?! NO pictures, NO memories!! ARGH!!" I never thought about this one "What if the oldest wakes up, see the snow and follows it outside....to his 'Santa' present" Yep, true story. I was kind of restless sleeping, waiting to hear a voice or little footsteps, when I actually hear "MOMMMMMMMMMA, there is a TRAMPOLINE in our backyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ryan and I jumpped out of bed to make sure to capture this moment in time!
A few days before Christmas I was still on the hunt for Christmas pjs. Notice: I didn't say the perfect Christmas pjs because at this point it was simply finding something that looked remotely like Christmas, or holiday, or winter.. just something, anything. I jumped online one evening (for the hundredth time in a matter of days) but this time, I got lucky!! I found one pair, seriously ONE pair, of Christmas PJs. They had them in his current size, meaning they would only fit him for a month or so but that is it. I didn't care, I was ordering them. They promised they would arrive by Christmas eve. I even took a screen shot and sent it to my momma-- bragging that I had FINALLY found something and they were stinkin' cute. Whew! Check!
Midday Christmas Eve, we headed to Mom and Dad's to start the Christmas festivities! I called mom that morning to 1) tell her about our fun morning and 2) check on said pjs. They had not yet arrived so I jumped online and tracked them--On track for delivery around 3pm. SA-WEEET!!! So we get there.. and we wait... and we wait....and we check online again....and again.... ugh. Mom finally (around 530) decides to call Fedex to check again. Once on the call we were all super confused as they told us several times that they had tried to deliver that day and nobody was home.. Ummmmm, no...someone was at the house ALL DAY! Well, after further investigation we discovered that my lovely habit for transposing numbers had struck again. When I ordered the pjs I switched two of the numbers in my parents address...Seriously. The Fedex lady told us there was no way to get these delivered today or pick them up somewhere. It was official, momma fail. I cried. I failed on one of my favorite traditions. Damn.
Mom was sweet enough to dig out some pjs she bought him as a regular gift and we decided those would be his "Christmas pjs" I mean, Santa rode on a rocket ship to space, right?? Ugh..
Funny enough, as all this drama was happening my hubs was returning from a quick trip over to his sister's house with Chaz and he ran to Pinnacle to see if maybe, just maybe they had some pjs. I told him not to waste his time because I had been in every store, five times. BUT he was successful. He managed to make it home with some of the cutest pjs ever. A+ hubs.
miserably last year. I actually thought to myself "Oh last year was a fluke, it was a bad kit, it was bad icing! Yeah, bad icing.. THAT must be it" But in the end, no matter how many excuses I made, it still ended up looking like a trailer park after a tornado hits.. with sprinkles. Ugh. Next year, I either hot glue them together like Chaz's brilliant teacher did or simply kill this tradition.. Donezo.
reindeer treats into the yard. Although it is overexposed and out of focus, I love this picture! It was snowing just a little but the majority of this is the reindeer treats (oats and glitter) He was SO excited!!
But eventually he gives in, to please his sister, mother, girlfriend, father and brother in-law. Eventually... and with a smile, of course. Hahahaha! The tradition, you ask...Putting our old, decrepit, tattered ornaments from 40+ years on the tradition Christmas tree my father worked so hard to make perfect. Yep, all the junk (and I mean that in the most loving and sentimental way possible) LOVE this tradition.Obviously, I love traditions.. I love my family.. I love the fun (and sometimes painful sibling rivalry. HA!) LOVE it all!!