No complaints here, Santa and Gramma Peg, and Gramma and Grandpa were good to us, and the kids couldn't be happier with their Christmas haul.
We begin with Christmas Eve at Gramma Pegs house.
Christmas PJ shot
There is a smorgasboard of food. Seriously, Gramma thinks there is 100 people, instead of just 4 of us there to eat. But, eat we do and then the present opening begins.
I didn't take very many pictures, but suffice it to say, Gramma goes a TOUCH overboard on spoiling her grandkids. Max was super excited about this present. A little twisty/turny racetrack with cars.
Daddy attempting to put it together so they could play with it.
After the avalanche of presents were opened and hanging out was done, we loaded the kids and goods up and headed for home, so Santa could come to our house.
The kids were snuggled up in their beds.......
Let the games begin.....
I promise she LIKED the doll...
Thanks to my Mumsy and a Relief Society project....Max has this super faublous, reversable Super hero cape.
The Loot for her
The loot for him...
Really, it was a great Christmas. I am a firm believer in less is more. My children will never get more than three presents from Santa, and then one from Gramma and Grandpa and maybe a couple little things from Mom and Dad. There is just no need to go so crazy and so overboard on gifts. It becomes overwhelming to their senses, and it's a huge waste of money. So, there you have it, my personal philosophy. And, the thing is....they're happy.
The bikes have been a huge success, and it makes my heart pitter pat to see them out riding them.
Lastly, a funny story regarding Max and the cape.
One night, LONG after we'd put them to bed, out comes Maggie, tatteling that Max had gotte my goggles out of my bag in my room. And just as I'm about to yell at Max, here he comes into the room, full of consternation and defending himself to the fullest, wearing his super cape and goggles. If only I could have taken a picture at that moment, because honestly, there are no words for how ridiculous, and adorable and hysterical it was. HOW could I possibly be mad at him, or yell at him for being up an HOUR past their bedtime, when he NEEEEEEEDED the goggles to complete his Super guy getup. Oh, I'm telling you, it was too much. Jere and I could NOT stop giggling. I just buried my head in my shirt until I could compose myself to calmly tell him super guy needed to be put to bed until further notice. He kindly removed the goggles, handed them to me and sadly made his way back to bed. Man that kid, he's a hoot! Fairly sure it is an image that will live in my brain until I die. At least I hope it does, 'cause it was dang funny.