There was no need for a holiday playlist come Christmas morning thanks to the musical presents the children received on Christmas Eve. They strummed and banged the house into a state of merry wakefulness.
Our very own drummer boy.
As we entered Mimi's beautifully decorated living room, a tall twinkling tree surrounded by presents and overstuffed stockings (hand-stitched by Mimi) awaited us.
There are few things sweeter than festive pj's on Christmas morning.
Unable to part with the kitchen sponge (a strange holiday fetish), the little man asserted his independence during the annual Hanna Anderson pajama shot.
Thrilled with the handful of presents she received, the little lady spent the remainder of the morning changing outfits (thanks to Uncle Bobby's fashionable Kohl's picks), cooking, playing chess, organizing and reorganizing her new toys.
To Charlotte -
With love, Daddy
The little man was shirtless no less than ten minutes into the unwrapping of presents. He busied himself with each new transportation toy he received. It was a very merry Christmas for our little conductor.
After a relaxing and leisurely morning of unwrapping gifts, drinking coffee, and consuming a delicious breakfast, things quieted down as the little man napped. The little lady and I set about making a birthday cake for Jesus, a tradition she and I started last year. Wanting to elevate last year's cake choice (a boxed confetti cake), we decided on a Barefoot Contessa Coconut Cake, which will now become our annual Christmas dessert. It is one of my favorite parts of the day, watching the little lady measure and pour.
. As we sang "Happy Birthday" to our Savior, the children's eyes were bright with excitement.
The final product, as fluffy and white as freshly fallen snow
With plates empty, and stomachs full we lingered around the dinner table as Jeff strummed the mini Taylor. The little lady initiated what would become my favorite Christmas memory of 2011, by asking each family member what their favorite part of the day was. After each response was given, she reflected on her day and began pointing at each family member sweetly stating that WE were her favorite part of Christmas, hugs for all followed. It was about as perfect a moment a mother could experience as I watched our daughter wrap her tiny arms around each member of our family.
The night ended with us cheering on the mighty Pack. I'm not sure if it was due to our over confidence in Aaron Rodgers, or the enormous slices of layered cake, but each one of (with the exception of Jeff) dropped off to sleep on the couch as the green and gold granted us our last Christmas wish.
As Perry Como smoothly sings, "there is no place like home for the holidays."
Loved so much about this post (that cake is my favorite but no one else around here likes coconut!)... But the image of Joey with the sponge and the way you worded that sentence had me rolling. He kills me! Love you guys. XOXO
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