Our Christmas

Our Christmas was merry and bright, as expected with two little boys running around brimming with excitement. I'll let the pictures tell the story.

Christmas Eve:

Christmas Morning:

Christmas Brunch:

Christmas Afternoon:

And one funny story:

Christmas Eve Grayson was excited, but after church and dinner with friends and putting out cookies for Santa he was tired and fell asleep pretty quickly . . . until 3am when I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Mommy, why won't my clock say 7. I have been waiting for it to say 7 but it won't come. Mommy, it's time to get up. Santa came" he said. "Grayson . . . what time is it . . . you need to go back to bed" I replied. "No, Mommy he came! There are chairs in the hallway - that is what he did last year. Santa came! Get up Mommy!" Grayson said. Fumbling for the clock, I said "Grayson, it is 3am. It is the middle of the night. You have to go back to bed." "For how long, Mommy?" he whined. "For 4 hours" I said, at which point I thought he was going to start to cry. I got out of bed and walked him back to his room and tucked him in. He managed to go back to sleep . . . until 6am at which point we repeated the conversation and sent him back to bed until it was finally 7.