We woke up on Christmas morning to pouring rain, high winds, and warm temperatures which dissolved our more than a foot of snow we’d had when we went to bed. At least we’d had a white Christmas Eve? It made me glad that we’d spent the entire day before playing outside and enjoying the snow, since we stayed inside all day Christmas.
Which was fine, that’s pretty much how I like my Christmas days. At home, in my PJs, not straying far from the couch or the Christmas tree. We listened to Christmas music, watched some movies, ate yummy food and of course opened many presents.
Both Cookie and Abby joined in, and were never far from us, either. (I know I owe everyone a kitten update, especially for those that don’t follow me elsewhere). The day went by quickly, and I’m having a hard time remembering anything big that happened, just that it was fun and happy. Maybe the best we’ve had at home in 2020 with just us.
Here are a few things I do remember though:
We usually make our own version of cinnamon buns for Christmas (more like mini cakes with cream cheese frosting - much quicker and easier!), and E insisted that we turn the frosting ORANGE. I think he ate half of them.
We gave each of them new snack cups in their stockings, and I filled them with Pirate’s Booty. It’s not a snack we usually buy, and I’m sure it’s been over a year since E’s had any, and he LOVED them. So much he cried for a good ten minutes when he’d finished them all. It was probably Gideon’s first time eating them, and I don’t think he cared for them.
When it came to presents, E wanted to open them as fast as he could, while G wanted to savor each one. We took a break for breakfast at one point, and I told E that we could open presents again after everyone was done eating and ready. Turns out, we were waiting on G. E kept trying to push him along:
E: “G! Do you want to open more presents?”
G: “No.”
E: “PRESENTS! G we can open more PRESENTS!”
G: “No thank you.”
E: “Do you want to open presents now!?”
G: “No.”When G did open a present, he did so with the most enthusiasm possible. He gasped and clapped and shrieked. Not only did it not matter what it was, often he didn’t even know what it was yet. He was just excited for the possibility.
G was definitely excited, but overwhelmed by the day. After the presents had been opened and played with for a while, I found him heading up the stairs alone. I followed him up to his room, where he asked to be placed in his crib. And he spent the next 30 minutes alone, rolling around in his crib, having some alone time. At least he knew what he needed!
