Christmas Day

Blythe came in and rudely awoke me and Kent this morning.  To her and Brandt's credit, it wasn't until 7:30am, which is way late for Christmas morning.  The kids had been awake for a while, but they let us sleep.  You know, as a Christmas present.  Speaking of presents, they had all been organized by who they were for, with lovely little piles made.  The kids were excited to open, but were good about taking turns and even letting us open ours in between theirs.  I think they were pleased with what they got.  Santa came through for them.

We did a bit of the morning hang around.  I made crepes for breakfast.  I think Brandt ate eight.  They are thin and he doesn't put much on them, but still.  He's a growing boy.  We weren't in a big hurry to rush around and played a round of Clue. 

Eventually we all got dressed, prepared some food, then went over to Grandma's Sue to spend the afternoon and evening.  We played more games, ate, and ran around the house.  It is always so nice to be together.  So nice, in fact, that I didn't even think to take a picture.

Present piles 

Blythe's haul

Kent was up too late last night.

He doesn't want anyone taking his beef jerky.

Blythe, swathed in a new bathroom, new slippers,

with long legs and a new book.

She didn't move until she had read the whole thing.