eve, morn & night. 2012.

I’ve done it. I’ve finally done it. I’ve made it to Christmas eve and morning.

One month later.

They say time flies when you’re not blogging, right? Or maybe I just say that.

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We followed our yearly Christmas traditions and headed home from JoJo and Papa’s on Christmas Eve in time to get home, make our bi-annual sugar cookies (Palm Sunday and Christmas Eve), worship at our church’s children’s service, make homemade pizza, welcome Grama and Grandad, and write letters to Santa.

And thanks to an awesome gift from Uncle Craig and Aunt Anna we added a little game of Jenga into our timeline.

Or if you’re Sarah, toga Jenga.

We have a very casual Christmas at our house. Brent and I like to call it “drop in Christmas” because we open our doors to any and all friends and family that would like to drop by on Christmas day. So each year we pick up a ham and make a slew of room temperature treats to create our festive spread. Brent’s mom’s sausage balls are always at the top of the list.

We salvaged enough sugar cookies from B-Ro’s grasp to create a little spread for Santa. Complete with school pictures of course. 

And Sarah wrote what is so far my favorite Christmas letter.

Dear Santa, I love when you come, but you want to teach us something more important. Well I think it is really important. That it is Jesus’ birthday and you bring 3 presents standing for gold, frankencense and myrrh. Tell your elf I said hi. Love Sarah. P.S. All I want for Christmas is my one front tooth. Merry Christmas, from Sarah.

(Dang I love that girl.)

My mom and stepdad always sleep in our bed on Christmas Even which is a fun surprise treat for the kiddos when they stumble in to wake “us” up in the morning. Seems they forget each year and they find Grama and Grandad there instead! Like most years, Sarah was up bright and early and Ephraim had to be dragged, yawning, into the living room.

But he quickly came to and got down to business.

We instituted the concept of “present chair” into our morning festivities this year, requiring that each child sit in the chair and alternate opening their gifts. It was so fun seeing their reactions to each thing!

First, a real ring for Sarah. She had been asking for one for a while and Santa delivered, giving her her own non-adjustable child-sized ring, complete with her name engraved on the inside!

Thank goodness Santa had it engraved because it has already been lost and subsequently found by a good samaritan on the school playground who asked on Facebook if anyone knew who a ring inscribed with “Sarah Cobb 2012” might belong to.

I’v since had it resized to (hopefully) avoid that happening again.

And yes, Sarah had pink french tips. Don’t judge.

Next up was B-Ro who was delighted to receive his very own bey blades set.

Followed by Sarah and her real walkie talkies.

Later in the day I heard a little voice come through the walkie talkies, asking for a snack. I told the little voice to get off their behind and come into the kitchen and ask with good manners. But then the little voice indignantly said “who is this?!” and I quickly realized it wasn’t my own child. Seems someone else in the neighborhood got walkie talkies for Christmas too. I quickly changed the channel on that booger. Oops.

B-Ro’s next gift was a…wait for it…

cupcake maker! It was a very specific request on his part and he was DEE-lighted.

He rounded out his three gifts from Santa with a set of soccer goals, making his set of Christmas items the second most random ever.

He would have been in first place for random Christmas kid except that his sister got a ring, walkie talkes and…wait for it…crutches.

Yes, crutches. And I don’t have a picture because as soon as she opened them she bolted for her bedroom, utterly embarrassed that the grown ups (mainly Jake, see below) saw her open such a silly gift. But then the children in the neighborhood came over to see them and she became somewhat of a rockstar in the 7 year old set. Their faces clearly said, “crutches? why didn’t *I* think of that?!” And she’s been happily hobbling around ever since.

Coincidentally she’s already started her second grade Christmas list and what’s at the top? A boot. For the crutches.

Brent’s calling triple bypass for third grade.

But I digress. Next up was stocking opening. Our children’s favorite.

(Laminating pages for the laminator mama and daddy gave her. Of course.)

All in all, B-Ro sums up Christmas in our house pretty well…

(Aside: Everyone wave to Jake back there. Hi Jake! Jake took Drop In Christmas to a whole new level by spending the night with us on Christmas Eve. Love that guy.)

And I felt like that too when I opened this…

Way to go Mr. Cobb!

In fact, I was thrilled with all of my gifts. Check out my Christmas morning hotness, sporting my new ring, new eye mask, and colorful scarf from my mama…

We finished off the day enjoying all of our best gifts…

And for me, that’s always my kiddos. Always.

KelliJanuary 21, 2013 - 7:40 pm

Oh my! The other kid on the walkie talkie! Hilarious!
That ring is gorgeous and huge! How will you be able to lift your camera with that thing on?

CheriJanuary 22, 2013 - 5:51 am

I love your blog. Your family stories make me laugh. Thanks for sharing.

Jessica WJanuary 22, 2013 - 6:40 am

Another fun Christmas in the books!

mindyJanuary 22, 2013 - 8:03 am

what a fun christmas!! crutches?? what a unusual thing to ask for!! i love your posts as you always make me laugh 🙂

nancy bootheJanuary 22, 2013 - 11:30 am

Whoa. My 10 year old granddaughter wanted crutches for Christmas this year too, and I got them for her. I would never have imagined she wasn’t the only one! The gal at the pharmacy had the best surprised expression ever when I told her they were a Christmas present for a 10 year old girl.

Stephanie @ La Dolce VitaJanuary 24, 2013 - 9:49 am

aww! that was so sweet! love the walkie-talkie story.

JanieJanuary 28, 2013 - 7:46 pm

My 5 yo daughter randomly said “How do you solve a problem like Maria?” to my husband the other day. He gave me a cross-ways glance as if to say “I can’t believe you are poisoning my child!” But I just beamed! I’m glad to see we aren’t the only family who listen to the classics!

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