Christmas morning dawned early. Very early, considering I didn't actually get into bed until nearly 5:00 AM. Every year I promise myself I won't wait to wrap presents until the night before Christmas, and every year that's exactly what I do...
The boys all slept in Brigham's room, and they followed instructions and did not start singing until 7:30. Now that WAS some enthusiastic singing, so I KNOW they have it in them. :-)
The biggest surprise this year was a hot tub. Ben found a smallish (four seater) hot tub on Craigslist a few weeks ago, and hid it pretty well in the car port, and somehow managed to lug it up onto the patio by the pool by himself, without giving him self a hernia or a slipped disk, a miracle if you ask me!
We told the boys that we are starting a new Christmas tradition-- if it is over 50 degrees on Christmas morning, before they can open any presents, they have to go outside and jump into the pool. They had spied a suspicious-looking addition to our backyard poolscape during our Christmas morning parade through the house, and so weren't too reluctant to don their swimming suits and head outdoors. Sure enough, they all jumped into the pool! The hot tub must have felt awfully nice after jumping into that 50 degree water. Brrrr!
The rest of the morning was spent opening presents, eating food, and laying around on the couch. It was heavenly.
We had fewer presents this year than most years, but I think everyone was happy with what they got. The boys all got airsoft gear-- SWAT jackets and face masks, as well as books, plus some archery gear for Joseph, a new suit for Brigham, some hexbugs and a new webkinz for Mosey. The other big surprise wasn't actually here-- we are getting two new kittens. But not until Sunday because we are dog-sitting for our friends' dog, who is c.r.a.z.y., and bringing in a couple of little kittens while he is here would not be smart.
In the afternoon we made our Christmas braided bread, played in the hot tub, had an airsoft battle, and read.
In the evening was our Shepherd's dinner, of which I managed not to get a single picture. The food was good (Ben and the boys cooked the meat over our firepit in the backyard), I played through my entire violin Christmas songbook, and shortly thereafter everyone went to bed. It was a good day.