The phrase that keeps ringing around my house post-Christmas is, "Now...where are all my weapons?"
Even scarier that it is from My Boy.
This Christmas was a very special one for us. You see, we have always spent Christmas day at our house. Ever since I had Baby Girl. I never wanted them to open their presents and then have to hurry up and leave their toys and such that they are so excited about to hurry off to someones house to eat something and just unwrap more presents. And I get that not all families have the luxury of doing that like I do, but it just works for us.
We are so blessed that every year our families do Christmas together. We don't have to worry about the typical "who did we spend it with last year" or "lets split this and do them here then those there". Our families like to celebrate whenever they can and whatever they can together! And our children are overly blessed because of it. They have no jealousy issues to deal with or anything. But what made this Christmas extra special?
My parents flew my Nanni and Poppi (dad's parents) up here for Christmas. This is 4 generations of what I fondly call "The Crazy" right here. They are 84 years old and obviously not getting any younger. So to be able to spend this time together with them, my family and my inlaws was truly a treasure for my heart.
Well, we kicked things off with the Christmas Eve Candlelight service at church followed by some Christmas Eve stocking opening...
Then, it was time...Christmas morning!
The only picture that was even remotely able to make "the cut" and you can see me with the clicker. Oh well!
Then it was time for our very own "Santa" to hand out gifts
My Girl...this is the epitome of her and she was in LOVE with it!
He FINALLY got his real bow and arrow set. He's been asking forever!
My Man getting some thank you lovin...
My Man's parents got the kids both their own BB Guns. This is in addition to My Girl's pink .22 she got last year and my son's bow he got this year. Now you know why the "weapons" comment tickles me and yet scares me so! LOL.
Among some of the most memorable things for me was the fact that My Girl went to the Christian book store and picked me out a Bible (in orange no doubt!), had it imprinted with my name on it and wrote in the front of it. I will cherish that Bible forever! Also, My Boy picked out a vase from Kirklands for me ALL BY HIMSELF! They said he hunted and hunted until he found the right one. And it matched my living room perfectly!
Then...it was time for their big present. They unwrapped the box to find this...
My Girl...she screamed. My Boy...didn't quite get it. Once she filled him in he was pretty pumped and fake passed out when he realized that meant he gets to fly. On a real plane. In the air.
After cleaning up all of our Christmas, we headed out to my Momma and Daddy's place for more celebrations there. We ate till we almost died and unwrapped more presents! My Boy was PUMPED that they got him a new pair of Justin cowboy boots (with crosses on em) and My Girl got another pair of Toms. Who knew shoes could make you so happy? (Pick me! Pick me!)
Anyway...after dinner it was time for the 'men' to do 'manly things'
How many grown men does it take to help a little boy learn to shoot his gun?
This picture touches me in many many ways. My 84 year old grandfather and his 6 year old great grandson.
Told you this weekend was a treasure!