Alishia and I got together for a few hours in the late afternoon and baked up a storm. She did most of the box assembling, too, because I had to leave so that we could go to our church's Christmas Eve service at 7 pm. We used cupcake liners and coffee filters to hold the cookies, and I also put in some chocolate dipped plastic spoons and packets of hot cocoa. I printed out to and from tags in nice font on card stock and attached them. I am KICKING MYSELF for not taking any pictures of the final product, but they looked awesome and not at all like my usual Pinterest Fails. You'll just have to take my word for it. Or my relatives-in-law can vouch for me in the comment box, if any of them read this blog.
Back to Christmas Eve: we went to the church service, and the kids did pretty well considering that it was past their bedtime and there was no nursery for them to play in. Then we came home and the kids got in their new pajama pants that I made for them, and they opened a special present from Chandra.
|Max got Where the Wild Things Are pajamas and Ruby got Elmo|
|A scratch and sniff Christmas classic!|
|I don't even know what kind of animal this is...|
|Team Awesome-o Selfie Time!|
|Tired, punchy mommy|
|Allen requested a "duck face" picture, but it looks a little more like sour lemon face|
We went to bed, and because our kids are still of the age where they don't realize that the earlier you get up, the earlier you get presents, they slept until after 7. But Ruby was quite enamored with the Christmas tree and all of the decorations.
The kids are still of the age also where opening presents takes quite a long time because they want to play with each thing, and they are still content. Oh, I love this about them. As per custom in our family growing up, the kids opened stockings first and had breakfast, but did not get to open any of the bigger presents until we all got back from church. I don't think the kids would even have known to complain if all they had gotten were the few things in their stockings.
|Check out that wooden chest…one of my presents from Allen (by way of his grandpa, who was looking to sell it)|
They took their dolls and got dressed up for church. Our church didn't have a morning service, so we went to the local Catholic parish, St. John the Apostle for their 9 AM mass. We were a few minutes late so we were relegated to the folding chairs in the back, and Max threw a hissy fit about a quarter of the way through and had to go sit in the lobby with Allen, but Ruby did fine (albeit with some stage-whispering, "Is it done yet? Is there another song?" Ben slept the whole time…good baby.
Afterwards we talked a little bit with the monsignor (who, in a shockingly small world turn of events, is of German-Russian heritage and his great grandfather founded the tiny town in North Dakota near the other tiny town where Allen's grandpa is born, so perhaps we can snooker him into being a speaker at an upcoming GROW meeting. And I'll have to devote a whole blog post later this whole digression. Anyway, carrying on…) Then we went home, opened the rest of the presents which we had stowed in the wooden chest instead of under the tree, and tried unsuccessfully to get the kids to nap before heading over to the Haas family festivities.
Said festivities went well. Our cookie boxes were appropriately admired and the kids received a lot of presents (being the only grandchildren in the family on both sides has its definite advantages). The whole family was assembled and it all went pretty well, all things considered. I would say more but my mother-in-law and grandmother-in-law do not trust the internet (re: civilian surveillance done surreptitiously by the government) and really don't want to be mentioned on it in any way, so I will respect their wishes and let the events pass unmentioned here.
|Max's present rivaled him in size.|
And now, off to bed.