Christmas morning. . . the height of anticipation! The kids were under strict orders to not get up before 7:30. Even that was way too early for a couple of us who had only been asleep for a few hours, but Bean, who we have trouble waking up at 9 every other day of the year, was awake at 6:30, just waiting.
Santa came through with a new bike for this girl who had outgrown her old one months ago.
Dinosaurs AND Legos--how can it get better than this?! Bug was ecstatic.
And a new kitchen for Peanut! We got rid of the toy kitchen in Charlotte, thinking (correctly) that we wouldn't have a lot of room here, and that the kids were aging out of it, but Peanut hasn't stopped talking about it ever since. It was all he wanted for Christmas (well, besides a sign from Santa with a colored-in letter T--why? I have no idea? But Santa came through.), and Santa decided to make a little boy's wish come true. He can get back to cooking (as soon as I figure out which box his little pots and pans ended up in).
The kids were really excited to give out the gifts they got/made for each other, and they really did a good job thinking of what everyone would like. It almost makes the tears and last minute frantic finishing of "one last thing" worth it. . . almost. Their love of giving gifts ends up torturing me, but it's the thought that counts, right? (Next year, I am setting a mandatory end to all gift making before Christmas Eve. I say this almost every year, but I'm holding everyone to it in 2017.)
Once the gifts were all opened and the cinnamon rolls eaten, we headed outside for a few minutes so Bean could try out the new bike. It was a beautiful morning and pretty warm in the sunshine (although I don't think it was quite short-sleeve weather).
Then, we went to church for the special Christmas service. Our church doesn't have a service on Christmas or Christmas Eve, unless it's on a Sunday, which means on those years that we do, it's a little hard on the kids since they are used to spending Christmas day in their PJs, I was actually looking forward to it, and the choir in this congregation is pretty good, but of course it didn't play out to be the peaceful hour I was hoping for. Peanut was kind of a mess and I had to take him out twice and missed about half the service, while Daddy-o kept falling asleep in the corner of our pew, haha. Oh well. By the next time we have Christmas Day service, the kids will be a lot older and we can probably enjoy it.

Daddy-o's parents, brother, Isaac, and family came over for dinner, and this was the only picture I took, but it's a pretty cute one. Baby N loved the lights over at Deacon Dave's, and we loved being able to see family on Christmas. It's good for us to be building some memories in Livermore and starting to make this feel like home. And overall, Christmas day was a great day.
And that's a wrap. Merry Christmas!