Christmas morning 2010 at my house in pictures:

We had to get our kids up. Seriously. How many kids do you know that sleep in on Christmas morning?

Have I mentioned how much I love my kids?

I can’t even describe to you the looks on their faces upon seeing their presents. It brings tears of joy to my eyes. The small amount of stuff my kids get makes them so happy. I say that because we really haven’t gone overboard on presents for our kids in the past few Christmases. I do that also because they don’t need everything under the moon. I want them to be thankful for what they do get. And they are. Which is why I get them anything at all. The big girls got their DSi’s. Connor of course, got the dirt bike-bicycle he asked for. And Sage got a bike too. Cooper got his jumper-activity thing. He will be using it before I know it. The kids also got some clothes. The girls got their own make-up cases with some Hello Kitty nail-polish. Now you may be thinking they are too young for a make-up case. It is like a Caboodle kit with a lock. The lock was necessary to keep certain younger siblings out of the nail polish and chapsticks {ahem—SAGE}. Connor also got a Leapster with a Batman game. That was a preventative measure on my part. I didn’t want the war in the house over who was touching who’s gaming system. Sage also got one—a Leapster, that is (a used one from my sister-in-law that her son no longer played with. She doesn’t know or care that it wasn’t brand new!!).

What did Paul get?

Socks and undies. And the black Nunchuk for the Wii. And tee-shirt. And…Call of Duty sleeping boxers. Try not to be jealous over these hot gifts.

What did I get?

The rotary cutter I wanted and the mat for it. And some ribbon. Again—don’t be jealous or anything.

HA!

Seriously that is what I asked for. Well that and Golden Girls on DVD. Which I didn’t get from him. Our anniversary is next month {hint hint honey}.

I know. How odd that is what I want right? Well…no one ever said I was normal!

After we got done opening presents and tearing up the living room with joy, we got all showered and headed to my mother-in-law’s for Christmas there.

That is coming up in a post later.

We have one more Christmas gathering to go to this evening and I am still in my pj’s.

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another note on what today is (December 28th).

My Dad’s birthday. He would’ve been 61 today had he not passed away in 1981—when I was almost 3.

So Dad—Happy Birthday wherever you are.