Christmas morning Kimball decided to sleep in. The night before he was so concerned about Santa getting his milk and cookies that he couldn't fall asleep until after 11:00! Cameron was going nuts just sitting and waiting with so many fun things to explore:
Since Cameron couldn't be contained anymore and had taken to unwrapping the presents, we woke Kimball up at 8:30. Here's a picture of our sweet Christmas corner:
Here's an up-close picture of the stockings I made for our boys this year...it was exhausting because my machine is being obnoxious but I was pretty proud of how they turned out.
Cameron actually teared at his wrapping paper, but once the first gift was open, both boys just wanted to play with that, and Kimball didn't want to put in the effort to unwrap his gifts, so it took quite a while to get through them. I had thought about storing them away for a while until he would care more, but I couldn't stand losing all of my closet space again! Both boys are in the pjs they got on Christmas Eve which is a tradition I have always dreamed of having and hope to continue...sadly I got the wrong size pjs for both Dale and myself :(
For Christmas dinner, we went to Dale's brother's in-laws and had a good time. The food was delicious and we played Rook afterwards. I was on Greg's team and we won in a last ditch effort coming from 275 points behind, with Dale and our nephew less than 50 points away from the winning total. We shot the moon and got 300 points to win it all, and it was glorious! Dale was not too pleased about the final result, being the serious Rook player he is :)
This year, Kimball was so excited about Santa but when Santa came to our ward party, Kimball was terrified of him and wouldn't go near him. Every time we asked Kimball what happened on Christmas, he would grin and exclaim "Jesus born Christmas day...and Santa!" We didn't intend for Santa to become so central, but I think for a 2 1/2 year old, it's pretty impressive that he was so excited to tell everyone about Jesus.
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