Christmas morning!!! Always a blast, and always feels like it's over before it even begins. We make the kids slow it down by handing out one present at a time and opening one present at at time. While everyone watches and oooh and ahhhhs (though they're really just itching to get to the next present cause it might be for them).
Olivia was cracking me up with all the stuff in her stocking. And then she was so overwhelmed that right in the middle of the stocking opening, she had to stop and say a prayer. . . to Santa Claus. Whoops. Also her hands. . . haha! I don't know where she got the idea to pray like that because we don't pray like that. We fold our arms. Anyway, it was kind of hilarious. And I gently explained that honey, yes Santa may have brought us these stockings, but we pray to Heavenly Father and tell him we're thankful that he allowed Santa to bring us these stockings. Silly girl.
I love all of their happy and surprised faces. I love Christmas morning. Cameron had woken up at around 3:00 in the morning with a high fever, so he was drugged up and slept the rest of the night on the floor in our room. Although I don't think he ever fell back to sleep. So when the others woke up at 6:15, he was ready to go. His fever stayed down at least for Christmas morning, but the rest of the day he felt pretty yucky. And that began the whole week of all of us getting the flu. Except for Brice and Annalise. Leesie started taking tamiflu to help prevent her from getting it. And it either worked really well or she just got really lucky.
After Annalise opened up her Peppa Pig doll house that she had been asking Santa for (because I manipulated her and told her to ask Santa for it because I knew she would love it, and I was right) she was interested in opening anything else. She just wanted to play with it! Good job, Santa.
We had a wonderful Christmas morning. And then we went over to Granny's and spent the rest of the day with family there. Until Cameron was so sick and tired that he was basically passed out on the floor of Granny's living room. Then we came home. To our gigantic mess of a house. Only to find out that the heater had stopped working. Yikes.
But luckily we got it up and running, and thus started the week of us just praying and hoping the heater wouldn't go out until they were able to replace it.