This year we are celebrating Christmas kind of like Hanukkah (you know, spreading it out over multiple days). Instead of one morning of presents, we are waking up to a room full of gifts on three separate occasions. First, with my mom and sisters. Then, just the four of us. And finally, with J's parents and brother.
This past Saturday was Christmas morning, take one. Rather than waking up at the crack of dawn to go out on my long run (which I did on Sunday, in the rain instead), I was awoken by two overly excited children who wanted nothing more than to open presents.
So, after making ourselves presentable for the camera (no blackmail photos here) we took the girls downstairs for nearly two hours of unwrapping. Dizzle loved everything, and how could she not? The girl was entirely spoiled by her Mimi and aunts. Her favorites? Probably the mountains of dress-up clothes, her Brain-Quest cards and the most annoying, singing Barbie doll on the planet.
Doodle, on the other hand, showed a little more discretion when opening her gifts. She had absolutely no interest in any clothing she received. Usually, opening the boxes, then abruptly closing them, saying, "Done." She, too, immediately fell in love with her own singing Barbie doll (the battery removal stage is upon us) and three identical baby dolls that we lovingly refer to as "the triplets."
We followed up our morning of consumerism with a huge brunch (thanks to J and his spatula). Then, that evening, we had yet another enormous meal, Italian this time and went on a Tacky Lights Tour. I had a blast, the girls had a blast, and I'm pretty sure that everyone else did too. And the best part is, we get to do it all over in two days ... and then over again two days after that.