So I know some people think its a wonderful thing to have Christmas on Sunday. And yes in theory it is. But not when I have these 3 and they just now are getting it. We talked for weeks about what to do about presents in the morning. Well, Santa decided to leave the kids a letter saying that they could go peak at thier presents but then they had to go to just a "little bit" of church before they could open them. It was, after all, Jesus' birthday and thats where he would want us to be. Lets just say we didnt make it to the end of sacrament. And it, to be honest, made everyone mad and cranky, and stressed out and put NOT a wonderful christmas spirit in our home. We should have just stayed home. And I thank heavens that the next time christmas falls on a Sunday wont be for 6 or 7 more years. But the kids were excited to see the presents. Buddy and Santa moved them all downstairs. Thank you everyone for the gifts you sent the kids, they were indeed spoiled. Jack indeed got a dinosaur from Santa which he LOVES. Max got a firetruck from Grandma which is what he wanted, but Claire, I think her kitchen wins. Santa Elves must have worked very hard, because it turned out really cute. They finished under the stairs into a hide out. Claires kitchen and high chair were under there, and a chalk board for Max, and a pirate ship with a flag they can change and glow in the dark stars. It turned out really cute and I dont think they came out of it until 4 days later and would have slept in there if we would have let them. Santa also made them a table and chairs so there is room enough for everyone plus a friend to color and eat and play without running into each other. We spent the rest of the day playing and opening more presents, and then napping, and then more presents, and then mommy made a delicious ham with potatos and the works. Daddy was impressed. :) It was a good day.
So I know some people think its a wonderful thing to have Christmas on Sunday. And yes in theory it is. But not when I have these 3 and they just now are getting it. We talked for weeks about what to do about presents in the morning. Well, Santa decided to leave the kids a letter saying that they could go peak at thier presents but then they had to go to just a "little bit" of church before they could open them. It was, after all, Jesus' birthday and thats where he would want us to be. Lets just say we didnt make it to the end of sacrament. And it, to be honest, made everyone mad and cranky, and stressed out and put NOT a wonderful christmas spirit in our home. We should have just stayed home. And I thank heavens that the next time christmas falls on a Sunday wont be for 6 or 7 more years. But the kids were excited to see the presents. Buddy and Santa moved them all downstairs. Thank you everyone for the gifts you sent the kids, they were indeed spoiled. Jack indeed got a dinosaur from Santa which he LOVES. Max got a firetruck from Grandma which is what he wanted, but Claire, I think her kitchen wins. Santa Elves must have worked very hard, because it turned out really cute. They finished under the stairs into a hide out. Claires kitchen and high chair were under there, and a chalk board for Max, and a pirate ship with a flag they can change and glow in the dark stars. It turned out really cute and I dont think they came out of it until 4 days later and would have slept in there if we would have let them. Santa also made them a table and chairs so there is room enough for everyone plus a friend to color and eat and play without running into each other. We spent the rest of the day playing and opening more presents, and then napping, and then more presents, and then mommy made a delicious ham with potatos and the works. Daddy was impressed. :) It was a good day.
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