Anyone who wanted could come over, but we didn’t want to travel for the holidays.
It was important to us that our kids woke up in their own beds, came down their own stairs, to the tree they helped decorate.
And so it was for the last 7 years.
This year, we made an exception, for lots of reasons, but one of them being that Great Grandma, at 94 years old, should be the one in her own home this year.
We spent Christmas Eve at MY grandma’s house. A tradition I’ve sorely missed and was so excited to be at again…and for my kids to experience.
Unfortunately, this girl was so so so sick.
She had been battling the same cough/cold/yuck that everyone else had…except that she always gets it so much worse. And being sick is a seizure trigger. So there’s always that added bonus.
She was sick even before we left the house, 5 days earlier, but, we reasoned, she’d get better…it would be fine…it was just a cold…
Wrong decision. She was SO sick. And SO miserable. And by the time Christmas Eve rolled around, we were exhausted from 5 days of watching her like a hawk to see if a seizure would be triggered. Waking up every 20 minutes to check on her in the night.
She was so bad by Christmas Eve that we had to give her some heavy duty rescue meds…which just made her throw up all over herself. Swapping one thing for another.
I miss the days when colds and flus were just annoying. But thankfully, we avoided an ambulance ride. So that’s a plus.
But we tried to make the best of it. Even if this guy was ready for bed at the time the party started. Gah.
My sister’s fiance dressed up as Santa…which Owen was thrilled by.
My kids and my sister’s kids.
The next morning, we headed to the OTHER great grandma’s house in our new Christmas jammies, where the gifts we hauled 200 miles waited under the tree.
Jill was still yucky, but not nearly as bad as on Christmas Eve, so that was nice.
And guess who was perfectly fine and back to her normal self on December 26th? Kids are so annoying.
I love that they cannot even walk into the house without clinging to each other in some way.
Also, that my cheap self always buys jammies big so they last longer…except that Henry’s pants literally fell to his ankles if he didn’t hold them up. Oops.
My baby can’t read.
So he commandeered Jill’s Santa gift.
Henry scored himself some Hex bugs, and yes, much to his delight, a Rubik’s cube.
It was a Calico Critter Christmas for Lu.
Owen got sippy cups. It’s all quite exciting.
How much did he love his new One Way shirt? (He made sure to wear it to the skate park yesterday. So cute.)
Henry’s love language is quality time.
His favorite part of the day is bedtime when I read a chapter to him out of a book.
Tradition now dictates that we watch the movie once we’ve (slowly) made it through the book.
I’ve never read, or seen anything Harry Potter. Ever. At all. Because I don’t like this kind of stuff.
But the mama gift was the complete set and all the movies.
2014 (and maybe even some of 2015) will be marked by all things Potter.
This year, I took each of the Bigs shopping for their siblings with a $10 per person budget.
I loved this because I got to see just how well they knew each other.
During our Toys for Tots shopping, Lucy was a trooper and never whined, begged, or complained. The ONE thing she did mention she wanted was this stack of bracelets.
Henry remembered. Of course he did.
My boys (Andy included) are obsessed with flashlights. OBSESSED. We seriously have a ratio of 8 flashlights per family member. No. More than that. It’s ridiculous.
Lu wandered the toy aisles of Kohl’s for the better part of an hour unimpressed. As we wandered out of the store, she saw a display. And just like that, her gift to her brother was a green flashlight. Which honestly, couldn’t be more perfect.
Our Christmas this year was hectic with all the packing, unpacking, sick kids, and general crazy. While we are definitely glad we did it once, I think we’re gonna stick to our Christmas At Home rule from now on. As we drove from one place to the next (after packing up the car for the 1 billionth time), Andy said “You know, with all this hullabaloo, I feel like we’ve missed the whole point of Christmas this year. Like, we haven’t had a chance to catch our breath and reflect. Much less with our kids.”
Agreed, Husband. Agreed.
Do you go out of town on Christmas or stay put?