T'was a very merry Christmas

Steve and his Wake Forest jersey
Papa Dave

Grandma Nancy

Heather

A nearly perfect family photo

Andy

Luke

We are recovering from quite the merry day yesterday. Our big plan was to get up at the crack of dawn (because that's when Luke gets up), enjoy our Santa gifts, then pile everything and everybody in the car for the trek to my sister's house. Well, there was a wee bit of snow in the driveway. I can't remember the last time we had this much snow. Perhaps this is a first. Luke didn't want to stop opening gifts, but we convinced him that if he opened everything by 7:15 am, he would be quite distraught by midday. Surprisingly, he listened to us and we were able to put a few wrapped gifts in the car. Andy only cared about one thing: the brand new police car he found in his stocking. If that thing didn't cause more problems between here and Puyallup...good grief. We were all fighting about that stupid car. Who gets it, who doesn't, who is going to confiscate it...it went on and on. We arrived at my sister's and enjoyed a delicious brunch, lots of delightful gifts and good conversation. My parents were able to pick up my grandmother and bring her over, as well. I think everybody did very well, given the number of people involved and the amount of gifts that needed to be opened. Heather had more company arriving, so Steve and I loaded up the boys (and all of our loot) and followed my parents back to their house. Grammie was a good sport about all of the chaos. We relaxed, ate some more, played with the boys' new toys, ate some more. It was all very fun. We came home totally exhausted but thankful for our delightful family and somewhat cooperative weather for traveling. We spent most of today just trying to recover and the boys were busy enjoying their toys. They are totally in to trains and hot wheels cars. Very fun.