Santa's been here!
Oh, a coyote with a very annoying squeaker to tug on! Thank you Grandma Patty and Grandpa Steve!
Oh, the Casares sent an extra special holiday packages for us! The girls got bones and mom and dad got Wicked Whoopie Pies (kind of like a Swiss Cake Roll, but assembled like an ice cream sandwich--a delicacy only found on the east coast!).
Abby's no dummy when it comes to her stocking!
Papaw's always so good about making sure everyone has a little something to put in the bank each Christmas. Thanks Papaw!
Rick was very excited to get the converter box in anticipation of the the big digital TV change over in February.
I was actually lucky number 11 this year, so I opened my gifts last!
Sarah and I both got the Wii Fit from Grandma. As a side note, the Wii Fit assigns you an age based on your BMI and your ability to balance. The bad news is my Wii fit age is 41. The good news is Nick's is 43!
That sly smile can only mean one thing--she already knows what's inside.
I like this sweater so much I bought three--one for my dad, my uncle, and for Nick. I've warned them it might seem kind of strange if they all wear them to the same family function.
Can you believe that this year was the 20th anniversary of Dirty Dancing? I'm so glad that Kelsey admires some of the classics.
Carol was pleasantly surprised to find out that Santa outsources some work to the Coach store.
Looks like my mom should have put a new pair of socks on her wish list!
Everyone enjoys a little something special for the Wii.
Grandma waiting patiently for her turn. Yeah, I know these festive greetings are a few days late, but let me reiterate...
MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We've pretty much got our Christmas routine down. We start at my parents on Christmas Eve with a fabulous dinner. This year is was prime rib and shrimp! Then it's time to pass out gifts and draw numbers. Yes, draw numbers. Everyone draws a number from my papaw's hat. We start at one and work our way through everyone. When I was younger, I always thought it was better to get a lower number so I didn't have to endure the suspense of what was in each gift. But, the second rule of the number game is that you can't play with your toys while someone else is opening. By the time I was twelve or so, I realized that it's actually better to get a higher number because you don't have to wait so long to play with your new goodies. We finish opening gifts just in time to get ready for the eleven o'clock service at St. Matthew. This is about the only time we get back to the church where we were married, so it's always a special adventure. After church, we head for Brownsburg. This year Nick's sister, Kelsey, joined our Christmas Eve festivities and spent the night at our house. We got to sleep in a little, but the dogs just couldn't wait to open their Christmas gifts in the morning.
MERRY CHRISTMAS! HAPPY NEW YEAR!
We've pretty much got our Christmas routine down. We start at my parents on Christmas Eve with a fabulous dinner. This year is was prime rib and shrimp! Then it's time to pass out gifts and draw numbers. Yes, draw numbers. Everyone draws a number from my papaw's hat. We start at one and work our way through everyone. When I was younger, I always thought it was better to get a lower number so I didn't have to endure the suspense of what was in each gift. But, the second rule of the number game is that you can't play with your toys while someone else is opening. By the time I was twelve or so, I realized that it's actually better to get a higher number because you don't have to wait so long to play with your new goodies. We finish opening gifts just in time to get ready for the eleven o'clock service at St. Matthew. This is about the only time we get back to the church where we were married, so it's always a special adventure. After church, we head for Brownsburg. This year Nick's sister, Kelsey, joined our Christmas Eve festivities and spent the night at our house. We got to sleep in a little, but the dogs just couldn't wait to open their Christmas gifts in the morning.
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