We had a wonderful Christmas together as a family!
On Christmas Eve we had dinner at our neighbors house, and as always had a blast. The kids ran around like crazy and ate cookies and cake like bosses! In an effort to get them all to settle down, and for us to be on our way, the dads told the kids they saw Santa outside!
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| We're still not sure what they were looking at! |
Emilia sprinted to the door, barely getting her shoes on. Yelled goodbye and she raced down the sidewalk back to our house. Once inside she refused a bedtime story or even prayers (normally there is no way we could EVER miss either). She ran to our bedroom (sneaky little sucker) and promptly got into bed, head way under the covers! She wouldn't come up even for a goodnight kiss.
In the morning she woke up, used the bathroom in our master, and got back into bed. What??!?! No checking to see if Papá Noel came?
Nope.
She wasn't having it. She refused to go into the living room to check. Finally Ryan offered to go and get her a flashlight. She agreed. Once she had the flashlight in hand, she just sat at the end of the bed pointing it towards the door.
After we got up and she opened her presents from Santa, we went upstairs to get dressed. She was totally weirded out. We had no idea why!! She didn't want to go upstairs. Once upstairs, she didn't want to go in her room. Then she finally said, "Papá Noel is up there??? He's in my room???" She thought he was still here and was just way freaked out about someone being in our house. I remember her first Easter was much the same ... "That bunny, in our house? Did he knock on the door???"
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Last year we started the tradition of skiing on Christmas day, so we
headed out to the hill bright and early and spent better part of the day
rippin' it up!
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Happy Holidays!!
1 comment:
OMG - Kamila would NOT go to sleep Christmas eve. She was convinced Santa was coming IN the house and was going to take her away. She had an elaborate, frantic story (in her very limited cleft-English) about how she would be in her bed and Santa would come, bang her door, take her, Mama would wake up and find Kamila gone). She was petrified. Up until that point she was so excited for Christmas. We ultimately convinced her that he would NOT be coming in the house, but that he would leave all the presents outside and Papa would bring them in.
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