Christmas Day stories

On Christmas Eve, we spent the day relaxing, wrapping the final presents, preparing for the arrival of Santa and pretty much just hanging out. At one point, laying on the floor, I looked up at Levi and noticed he had a dried booger in his nose. Now any Mom knows that a booger in a little boy's nose needs to be attacked immediately before said booger ends up on the snack list. (Eeeew!) So I got a tissue and tried to get him to hold still. He decided that he would get it and proceeded to shove his thumb and forefinger up his nose in an attempt to snag the booger. He dug and dug, and then finally proclaimed 'Mom, that's not a booger. That's my tonsil'. Then he stood there and stared at me as I laughed uncontrollably, wondering when his Mom had lost her mind.....

Christmas morning we woke early (not so bright, though) and set about seeing what Santa had brought. Santa, in his infinite wisdom, had failed to read the fine print on a pop-up basketball game, and was completely shocked to find it 6-feet tall and filling the living room. One side touched the tree and the other the couch. The top too close to the ceiling fan to allow the ball to be shot in safely. Oooops! Santa also delivered a remote-controlled robot (Robosapien, the robot with attitude....or so says the info) an art easel, and some puzzles. You see, Santa was trying to cover the areas of interest to a child. Artistic, physical, scientific, and logical. You know, trying to create the well-rounded child and all. Santa needs to give up on the psych books, though. All small boys want is something to hit everything with, such as the little butterfly net he also received. (Those things hurt!!!!)

Then we took a break and got some coffee, then settled in to open some presents. At one point, Levi opened a box containing a pair of pants. (**See side note below) He got the most disgusted look on his face and said, 'I didn't want pants!', then proceeded to throw them behind him. Chris began to tease him that every present was underwear, and he would act all upset and disgusted and then thrilled when there wasn't underwear in the box. While he wasn't looking, I snuck into his room, got a pair of his underwear, and shoved them into a gift bag with some tissue paper. I managed to sneak this new present into his pile when he wasn't looking. Sure enough, becasue it was small, he left it until the end. He pulled the paper out, pulled out the underwear, then got a huge grin on his face. He held the underwear up next to his face, and in the most sweetly fake voice ever, said, 'Underwear, just what I always wanted!' And we laughed and laughed.

**I have a terrible (or great) habit of giving the kids gifts of things they actually need, and I would have to be buying anyway. Levi had a sudden growth spurt and shot right up out of the 4T jeans I bought this fall. Therefore he got pants and some new longer pj's as gifts. Yeah, I'm mean, but that's my job.

The girls called at 8am to set up when to pick them up from their Dad's. This involves a 4-5 hour road trip since we live in different cities, but I was glad to do it. We were back home by a little after 2 pm and opened more gifts. The girls each got 3 main gifts this year. The Guitar Hero game for the PS2, a $100 gift card that was locked inside a puzzle they had to solve before they could retrieve the card, and a necklace from James Avery. They also got little stuff and stocking stuff. Katie got the traditional Dog Poop calendar (4th year in a row), and this year Ashley got the Butt Crack calendar, starting a new tradition. Twelve months worth of poop and buttcracks. Cool! You know, traditions are very important!

Later I will try and upload some pix. You have to see the one of Chris riding Levi's new scooter around the kitchen. What was that honey, you don't think I should post that picture???? Hmmm, how much would that be worth to you???? Ba hahh ahhaahahhh (evil laugh)