Christmas Day

Jim and I woke up before our children on Christmas. I wonder how long that will last? Anyway, I had time to pop the coffee cake in the oven and we opened our stockings… then we couldn’t wait any longer and we got JT up to do his stocking.

Then we had a quick photo shoot in front of the tree before we ate our yummy breakfast.


Compare with JT’s baby Christmas pic here

Finally, we got to open our presents! Jim had no idea what was in his two big boxes. He was so excited to open them!

One big box was a chain saw. The other was a bug & stone deflector for the truck.

JT did a great job opening his presents. I like to open one person at a time, and that was perfect because he got to play with his new toy while Jim, Haley, and I each opened one.


A new Thomas and freight car


Crocodile Creek placemats from Uncle Jeff & Aunt Gena


A booster seat – no more high chair!


Helping Mom test out her new remote for the camera – so cool.


“Just like Cole’s”

Here’s a little montage of the morning. Last year I put it to music and I had planned to again this year, but then I realized I wanted everyone to hear what JT had to say!


Somebody get a trash bag!

Grandpa and Grandma Cole arrived just in time to change diapers and dress children while Jim and I got ready for the day. Then we opened presents with them… JT had become an opening professional by then.

The biggest hit was JT’s new chain saw. “It sounds just like Dad’s!” he proclaimed proudly. JT did not put his chain saw down (or turn it off) for a solid hour, and only then because dinner was ready.


The men

Grandpa and Grandma Keene arrived, and we were ready to eat. We had a fabulous ham dinner and relaxed together after the kids were ready for naps… and broke out the desserts. We had so many that Jim looked at my mom and said, “Are there more people coming?”

To end the day, I went to work with Jim for the night. Then the ladies got up extra early on Sunday and did our post-Christmas shopping. By Sunday evening, my house was back to normal: gifts put away, Christmas decorations boxed up, floors vacuumed. The only remnants of a great holiday are the new clothes and toys, and the leftover desserts calling to me from the refrigerator.

Happy birthday, Jesus!

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