Justin was first to rise. He didn't remember it was Christmas morning or what that meant, so he was in no hurry. He eventually made his way into the living room and excitedly emptied his full "schtocking,"and began stuffing orange "Tic-tacs" into his mouth; crunching loudly while his sticky fingers mashed his new dinosaurs together in a desperate fight for survival.
We were surprised that Norah didn't awaken to Justin's roars and squeals, but a couple good allergy induced coughs from Dad did the trick, and she staggered into the living room. Her bleary eyes brightened when she saw her stockings, and she was soon savoring her "Trident" gum, smiling broadly behind her new lip gloss. We continued with a nice, slow paced family gift exchange and made certain to snap a few pictures.
We made our way over to the uncles' apartment to meet the rest of the family and enjoy the day. Justin entered the doorway and immediately noticed a new tool bench, recognizing immediately that it had to be his, he made a beeline for it and eagerly inspected and tested every piece.
Norah was a bit awestruck by the allure of power tools as well, and initially ignored her beautiful new dollhouse. Now she really enjoys setting up the furniture in the rooms and carefully places each family member in their own rooms. The adults alternated between opening presents and grazing on the extensive variety of hors d'ourves spread across the table.
We sat, cuddled under blankets in the living room, enjoying the day as gifts were opened and food consumed, though wary eyes kept glancing at the kitchen. Everyone in this family is understandably paranoid about unintentional holiday fires as it's become an unofficial saying "It's not Christmas until something's on fire."
It was hilarious watching throughout the day as multiple people lifted an eyebrow and asked "Do you smell smoke? What's burning?", causing a mad scramble of people hunting for a fire. Thankfully the harmless culprit was found, intentionally, in the fireplace, where fires belong. Whew. We didn't even set off the smoke alarm.
Justin was first to rise. He didn't remember it was Christmas morning or what that meant, so he was in no hurry. He eventually made his way into the living room and excitedly emptied his full "schtocking,"and began stuffing orange "Tic-tacs" into his mouth; crunching loudly while his sticky fingers mashed his new dinosaurs together in a desperate fight for survival.
We were surprised that Norah didn't awaken to Justin's roars and squeals, but a couple good allergy induced coughs from Dad did the trick, and she staggered into the living room. Her bleary eyes brightened when she saw her stockings, and she was soon savoring her "Trident" gum, smiling broadly behind her new lip gloss. We continued with a nice, slow paced family gift exchange and made certain to snap a few pictures.
We made our way over to the uncles' apartment to meet the rest of the family and enjoy the day. Justin entered the doorway and immediately noticed a new tool bench, recognizing immediately that it had to be his, he made a beeline for it and eagerly inspected and tested every piece.
Norah was a bit awestruck by the allure of power tools as well, and initially ignored her beautiful new dollhouse. Now she really enjoys setting up the furniture in the rooms and carefully places each family member in their own rooms. The adults alternated between opening presents and grazing on the extensive variety of hors d'ourves spread across the table.
We sat, cuddled under blankets in the living room, enjoying the day as gifts were opened and food consumed, though wary eyes kept glancing at the kitchen. Everyone in this family is understandably paranoid about unintentional holiday fires as it's become an unofficial saying "It's not Christmas until something's on fire."
It was hilarious watching throughout the day as multiple people lifted an eyebrow and asked "Do you smell smoke? What's burning?", causing a mad scramble of people hunting for a fire. Thankfully the harmless culprit was found, intentionally, in the fireplace, where fires belong. Whew. We didn't even set off the smoke alarm.
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