Logan helped me make cookies and fudge to deliver. On this day we'd already made chocolate cookie dough (notice the chocolate on his face...this will be a perpetual thing throughout his holiday pictures), and were getting ready to make fudge. I had set a can of evaporated milk on the stove, and then went back to the bathroom. While I was away, I heard Logan moving his chair on the kitchen floor and wondered what he was up to. I came back to discover he had found the can opener and was attempting to open the evaporated milk. It was pretty cute. He sure is my good helper!
On Christmas Eve we went to Jim's family home during the day. We had a nice dinner, played a game, opened presents, made cookies, and even had a little devotional. It was a really great visit.
Annie was snuggling with Aunt Elisa, but looked up as soon as I got the camera.
Making cookies with Grandma Allison
After our visit with Jim's family, we headed over to my mom's house. We had another nice dinner (I guess the other one was actually lunch) and opened more presents. We read the Christmas story, accompanied by pictures, before attempting to put the kids to bed. We were going home for the night, but were planning to stay past bedtime to play games. Annie went to bed, but Logan put up a fight and won. He stayed up with all the grown-ups until 11:00pm when we packed up and headed home.
Sitting on his new throne. We had a time convincing him not to strip down to try it out right then.
This little pig sings "Old MacDonald" and Annie was dancing to the music; it was so cute!
This is the gift I made for my little sister. She's newly married, so I made her a sign with her new last name.
Logan decided to try on Jim's glasses while we were reading the Christmas story.
12:00 MIDNIGHT. Since he wouldn't go to sleep at my mom's house, this was one VERY tired boy. I carried him inside and laid him there when we initially walked in. He didn't move until we carried him to his room for bed...FINALLY.
Christmas morning was at home. We slept in until 9:00am (thanks to having the kids out so late), had pancakes, and enjoyed watching the kids play with their toys. (Jim and Annie also had a mid-morning nap.) We enacted the story of Christ's birth using the children's nativity set, and talked about how we were receiving presents because it was Jesus' birthday. I really think Logan understood to a degree since we had so many opportunities to talk about it during the month and the day before.
In front of our Christmas tree. I told him he had to finish his banana before he could touch his toys (the ones he'd opened the day before); I think it was the only good thing he ate all day.
Annie opening her gift and playing with the box from another. She enjoyed her new toys, but the bags, boxes, and paper were just as fun.
Logan received bubble bath and foam letters in his stocking. He was SO excited to try them out that night. Annie loved the bubbles as much as he did.
We went to my dad's house Christmas afternoon. We had another nice meal, more presents, and played a gift exchange game that was really fun. We also had a good time playing ping pong afterwards. It was another really good visit.
The gift that Logan received at my dad's house had enough little parts and assembly that we wouldn't let him open it over there. He stared longingly at the box during our visit and begged us many times to, "Open't!" So, after the kids were in bed last night I put it together and set it in front of the tree for him to discover this morning. His reaction was really funny. I heard him get up and come out of his room. Typically, he comes into my room right away to get me up, but he went into the living room first. I heard him gasp and say, "Oh boy!", then all was silent for several minutes. I decided to wait to see what he would do. Pretty soon I hear him coming down the hall, and I think he's coming to get me finally. Nope. He closes his bedroom door that he'd left open, so Annie would continue to sleep, and goes back to the living room. Several more minutes of silence pass, and then he comes yelling down the hallway, "Mamma! Toy!" He opens my door and says, "Crap." (A side note: we didn't realize we had been using this word, and have now decided to make sure it is deleted from our vocabulary because it doesn't sound very nice when a two year old says it.) I don't know why he said it, but I about lost it (I was still pretending to sleep); as not nice as it sounds coming from his mouth, it was really funny this morning. So I come out to the living room with him, and he hasn't touched the toy. Every little piece is EXACTLY where I set it the night before. I guess he thought he wasn't allowed to touch it because we hadn't let him have it yesterday. I gave him permission to play with it, and he played for an hour before we bothered with breakfast.
Heading into this Christmas season, we were worried because things have been tough for Jim at work, and they were requiring him to take four weeks off during a six week period. Three of those weeks were during his Christmas Break, and we'd been counting on him being able to work extra hours during those weeks especially. We NEEDED him to work at least his regular hours so we could pay rent. Part of our reason for homemade gifts was because we knew money was tight, and Jim was feeling really bad because he felt like he couldn't buy gifts for his children.
Then several miracles occured. Jim and one other intern received special permission to work during the mandatory break...all four weeks. At the same time we were realizing the scary position we were in, Jim's dad received phone calls for several jobs (he has a civil engineering business that has been really slow) that he paid Jim to do. On the two days we went to our families' homes, the kids received an abundance of clothes, toys, and books, and we were given lots of treats plus a box of food from my mom. I had given away ALL of the goodies I'd made except for about ten pieces of fudge, and had been really careful with my grocery shopping. When we unloaded everything and started putting it all away, we realized that it didn't all fit. Our pantry was so full with food, that we couldn't get it all in. We had bowls and bowls full of Christmas treats; not that we NEED to eat it, but we feel so blessed to have been given. Annie had almost no clothes in the size she is about to be in, and now has more than enough. The toys and books the kids received were very much according to their interests. Again, not that they didn't already have plenty of toys and books, but everyone put so much thought into giving them gifts that they'd really enjoy.
I know the Lord promises blessings when we pay our tithing and fast offerings. We had learned that we really can't afford not to. We have truly been blessed.