The girls were in our room (of course) by the time morning came...
So I ran out into the living room to capture their faces :)
Opening all her fun stocking things. Grace is kind of a present-opening machine. She doesn't smile a ton, just asks for the next one. We kind of had to remind her to say thank you every once in a while :)
Here is her machine face:
Lucy loved everything. She'd stop and play with whatever she opened or found in her stocking. Here she is "roaaarrr"ing like a tiger:
Lucy found the cookie remnants that Santa had left on the plate and was pretty interested in those for most of the morning.
Before:
and after...we knew she'd love a basketball hoop.
We were all pretty spoiled this year.
We finished opening at around 7:15 and headed over to my parents where all the other family members were..it was a little crazy in that room, but lots of fun!
Lucy loved Ruby's new piano/vanity!
The morning flew by, and it was 10:00 before we knew it. We went home and quickly got ready for church, which was at 10:30. Church was nice and peaceful with lots of beautiful Christmas music to help us remember the real reason for the season.
Later that day was lunch at Grandpa Jones'. We love this tradition and seeing all the family there.
And of course eating the delicious meal...
I am always in awe at the size of the Jones family. SO many cousins and little kids running around. On Christmas I couldn't help but look around and be so grateful for the wonderfully fun family I married into.
The rest of the evening was spent relaxing and playing games with my family. We loved Christmas, although it was a little busy! It was all fun and good memories.
2 comments:
I love how you said Grace is a present opening machine...and her face in the picture following (not smiling)! LOL! Too funny. Nixon was kind of the same way, he'd open one and then quickly say, "Where's my next present?" We were a little embarrassed in front of grandparents and had to remind him of the words "thank you" too.
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