They say it’s bad luck for the new year if you still have your tree up after Jan. first. Well, at least that was the rule many moons ago, but what about now in this new age of technology? Does the saying need to be changed to “it’s bad luck if you haven’t loaded your Christmas pictures onto your blog by New Years?”
Well, I’m not taking any chances. The tree is coming down today, and here is my Christmas recap.
We always start Christmas morning at our house, just the four of us. Edie was really excited this year about having special permission to come into our room after she woke up. Normally, this is a big no-no in our house and can lead to punished, unhappy children, but not on Christmas. This rule is out the window along with several other rules now that I think about it…like the “no candy before breakfast” rule. Just one of the many reasons Christmas is magical for children.
So as planned, Edie came into our room around 6:00 and started begging to go downstairs. Roark, on the other hand, had to be raised from the dead. Apparently he was in a sugar coma from all the cookies the day before. So I sneaked into his room and whispered “Santa” in his ear. It was the shot of adrenaline he needed. He sat straight up and started heading for his door in one motion. I’m not even sure he realized I was standing next to his bed because he was out the door in an instant, headed down the hall.
Here are Santa’s gifts. Notice the crane. It is NOT remote control, but it does go up and down. I may or may not have led Roark to believe that Santa thought this is what he meant even though Mommy knew it really wasn’t remote control operated. (Hey Santa, it’s every man for himself on Christmas morning!) Roark seemed satisfied once he opened the snowman wrapped gift in the back: a full-fledged remote control digger (or excavator, as my husband corrected me).
They played for a little while and then it was time to load everybody into the car and head towards the real chaos: my mom and dad’s house. I mean after all, it wouldn’t be Christmas without chaos, right?
Here are the ring leaders of the Christmas craziness:
I should note that we are missing one of the cousins in this picture. He wasn’t excited about the group photo idea and was having no part of it. So, Roarkie and I jumped him in the kitchen when he was getting a drink. After eating breakfast together, we opened gifts. Last year at Christmas, Edie opened her gifts at warp speed. In fact, she opened them so fast that she never even took a second to notice the actual gift. It made me very unhappy. I felt like I was watching her open presents in fast forward. Giving her a present wasn’t much fun because it didn’t matter what you gave her, her attitude was “What gift is next?”
Well, since I’m her mother and all, it falls on me to correct the behavior. So about a week leading up to the big day, we started talking about the proper way to open a gift. I told her that we don’t attack the present like a ravenous animal then toss it aside to devour another. Instead, she should acknowledge the gift, ooh and aah, and then thank the giver with hugs and kisses.
She did great this time around. I was so proud of her, and her behavior was night and day different from Christmas 2011. She even surprised me a couple of times by walking around and acknowledging other people’s gifts as well. She even stopped in the middle of unwrapping at one point to adorn herself with the bow. Unfortunately, however, I think I’m going to have to have the same talk with Roarkie next year. To slow him down, I made him try on the Spiderman costume my parents gave him. It’s not as humiliating as a pink bunny suit, but he wasn’t a fan of taking a break from unwrapping. I did manage to capture a smile on camera. We were all laughing at his new muscles, and so he hammed it up for the camera…but then quickly got back to business. All in all, it was a pretty great Christmas. While the kids make Christmas more chaotic and crazy, they also make it much more fun. So Christmas Day isn’t relaxing? We’ll have time to relax in about fifteen years, right?