Monday, February 11, 2013

Like a kid on Christmas morning.

Braden and I have yet to be awoken in the dark hours of the morning to children announcing that Santa has come. We have to go get them and show them and they don't seem as excited as we are. I told Lila that Santa had come and she asked if he was still here. I told her that he wasn't but that he had left presents for her. She lost interest and asked to eat breakfast. Then she asked to watch the "church movie about Baby Jesus". So we made breakfast muffins and smoothies and we all sat down together and watched the movie of the birth of Christ. Lila asked to watch it 4 or 5 times a day in the month of December. I took that movie to the hospital when she spent the night for her EEG. I noticed her brain waves were very calm during the movie, especially during Silent Night. She kept us all on track with her spiritual sensitivity. We couldn't get distracted if we wanted to as long as she is around. We talked about the reason we give gifts and our gratitude for the life of the Savior. And Braden and I agreed that our children are better people than we were/are, as we were following their lead on how the morning went. 

And then they opened presents.

And that was fun. 


Santa got me an elliptical. Sometimes Lila lets me use it. For a minute.



New twisty crayons! No more papers everywhere. Part of my strategic  gifting.

We got the book "The Tickle Monster"., complete with tickling gloves. It was a hit.



And then we went down to Levan and spent the night with Aunt Paula's gang. It was the perfect combination of doing our own thing and also being together with family, without a lot of travel. It was a merry Christmas indeed.