We finished up our Christmas caroling Christmas Eve Eve. We visited 19 homes in total this year, and it was awesome. Our favorite night was Christmas Eve Eve because we caroled to our neighbors. It was so easy walking up and down the street instead of driving really far in between each house. Plus, we love our neighbors and somehow--even though we live so close--we don't get to see them often enough. And nobody carols anymore, so they really thought it was something. Even if we are the worst singers ever. And I mean EVER. Everything sounds like it's in a minor key. Halloween Christmas carols!
Harris the Reindeer!
Dan also took the girls to a movie that morning so I could wrap the presents. I know most adults stay up laaaaaaaaaate Christmas Eve night to wrap, but I can't do that. I don't know if we've met but a well-known fact about me is that I canNOT stay up late. To save my life.
Then Christmas Eve, we went to church. Christmas Eve on Sunday is the best, right?
We came home, talked with extended family and then had dinner at a friend's house. It was so fun.
Then, the BIG night came. Christmas Eve night. As I mentioned before, I cannot stay up late. But I was still determined to stay up a little to "assist" Dan in his big project for the night--building a gigantic dollhouse.
We started at 9:30. So I was already doomed. To illustrate the desperate state I'm in after it's dark outside, let me tell you a true story of what happened Christmas Eve night.
Dan started putting together a monster dollhouse. It took him an hour just to unwrap all of the parts.
I "assisted" by watching White Christmas on the couch while making unhelpful, yet witty, comments.
True to character, I freaked out and started screaming. Dan ran upstairs to see what was leaking.
He came down to tell me that I had left the bathroom sink on upstairs.
All I ask is that you choose a room with a view for me, people. That's all I ask. Because I'm clearly not okay upstairs.
He turned off the sink and we mopped up the floors and were back at our stations--Dan building and me couching--when the next thing I knew, Dan was poking me awake.
"Heather, why don't you just go to bed?" he asked. "Because I want to help youuuuuuuu" I moaned underneath 5 blankets. He shooed me off to bed. That was around 11:30.
Dan crawled in bed a little after that. "Did you finish?" I asked.
"Yeah, I finished," he said.
"What time is it?" I asked. I figured it was about 1:00.
"4:15," came his tired reply.
4:15!!! That man worked all night to finish that house. Just to review--Dan stayed up all night making a dollhouse for his children. Heather almost flooded the basement and fell asleep watching a movie. You might say we are equally yolked.
The finished product:
Harris woke up at 5:00, and I managed not to be a total curmudgeon and fetched him and fed him. The girls slept until 7:30.
We found a little frost outside. Perfect for Christmas. And now that Christmas is over, it can stop snowing and Spring can come. Right? Right?
We started the day with a Christmas devotional in our room and finished our 25 Days of Christ.
Then the girls found the dollhouse. And there was much rejoicing in the land.
And then we did something my mom always wanted to do growing up but we terrible ingrates would never allow--we stopped and took a break from opening presents and had breakfast.
We had biscuits and gravy and orange julius and just sat around.
Then we opened presents under the tree and took more breaks throughout. Whenever someone wanted to stop and play with something they had opened, we just stopped. It was SO nice and made Christmas morning last. My poor mother--I should have listened to you!
We tried to keep it pretty simple this year (okay, besides a ginormous dollhouse), and it was really nice.
Surprise hit among the other presents? Bunny pajamas.
June has worn them non-stop this week.
We also opened this gift called "Battle of the UFO's" handmade by a couple in Rexburg, Idaho. Our neighbors came over and played.
Things got competitive and children kept sabotaging everything. Our neighbor Phil came up with the great idea that the kids had to pat their heads in order to give their adult partner more power to win the game. That kept June busy. Our neighbor Sarah finally just pinned Gwen down with her leg to keep her from knocking over the pieces of the game.
Getting everyone in the picture:
That night, we had chicken cordon bleu. This is what Dan's family did every year growing up, but I've always been too intimidated to try it myself. It. Was. Awesome.
What a fantastic Christmas. Now we are just soaking up the rest of the break together before life hits us hard again next week.