On Christmas morning, we woke up and did our own thing before heading off for my parents' for the rest of the morning. The kids were thrilled (and I think a little relieved) to see that Santa did indeed stop by our house. It was fun seeing all the gifts and the stockings I finally had embroidered with everyone's name.
Our tree with the gifts we each gave each other. (I know our tree is probably too small for this space, but it is so easy to put up and take down, so it works for us.)
The kids tearing into the gifts:
A castle tent for Collin:
SpongeBob Operation game for Brynn:
An Ironman mask for Collin (that he spent most of the day wearing):
Brynn opening the gift she really, really wanted:
Eden couldn't have cared less about opening gifts. She was more interested in the ornaments on the tree (notice how they have mostly been moved out of reach):Playing with the new gifts:
Our happy, beautiful kiddos:
Later that afternoon...
After spending several hours at my parents' house, the 5 of us opened the gifts we had bought each other.
Eden took the opportunity to sneak into her older siblings' stockings. Forget the Gerber Puffs, bring on the fruit rollups!
She did have fun playing with a ball she received.
This year, we gave each of the kids a small amount of money to buy something for every family member with. When I took Brynn to the store, she was very thoughtful in picking out things that she thought each specific person would want. She got a candle for Dave and I, a book for Eden, and a slinky for Collin. She helped Eden pick out a yo-yo for Collin, since he had really liked one she recently received. As soon as I told Collin he could pick out a gift for his sisters, he immediately decided that he would find a "Tangled doll" for Brynn (a Rapunzel doll, since he knew she had recently seen the movie and loved it). They were also sweet in presenting their gifts to each other. They gave each other hugs voluntarily and everything!
Eden, once again, sneaking her siblings' treats:
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