Tristan and Reagans first Christmas!

The day started out as any normal day, Clinton and I was awakened to the sound of screaming coming through the baby monitor. When we figured we had let that go on long enough we went to get them out of the bed to feed them breakfast. While feeding them, it occurred to me that eating breakfast before opening presents was not only cruel, but will be unacceptable when they get older. After they were done and our coffee was officially brewing we began to open presents. I just knew Tristan would love his sock monkey, and Reagan would love her glow baby, when I was quickly overshadowed by the Christmas wrapping paper. Although, I was very proud of my Frosty the Snow Man paper. I was very proud of the presents inside. Once the paper was promptly torn off and hidden they did love the gifts we, I mean Santa had gotten them. After fighting with tights and sweater vests we were in the car and off to Nana and Papaws, where Santa went a little overboard. Their favorite toys were the toys that made the most noise. Maybe next year Santa will put some ear plugs in my stocking. As we were getting the kids in the car and saying our goodbyes I noticed our backseat looked like we robbed a toy store or at the very least a small child. When we arrived at Granny B's and Grandads house for our third Christmas extravaganza which included dinner, presents, and of course The Christmas Story on the TV, I finally felt that Christmas was complete. We were exhausted when I thought, I am happy that Christmas only comes once a year. I'm not sure I have the strength to do this every weekend. Well, as my Christmas story comes to an end I leave you with a few thoughts....
1. Will I be able to find edible non toxic paper next year?
2. How bad can you be and still make Santa's good list?
Last but not least...
3. Is Christmas really Christmas without The Christmas Story?

Dear Santa, All I can say is I'm all BOY!

I learned today that I can no longer leave my very active children alone, not even for a second. As long as it took me to walk from my bedroom back to our living room Tristan rolled or crawled, I'm not sure, his way to the Christmas tree. Not only was he successful at making it to the tree he proceeded to open one of his Christmas presents. I have to admit it was pretty funny, especially when he turned and smiled at me when I yelled his full name. I told him that he has to wait until Christmas to open his presents or Santa will not be happy. I also told him he lost his floor privileges when I had to leave the room. I guess it could have been worse, at least I caught him before he opened all of them. Here I thought they really wouldn't be interested in opening presents this year. I also added some other funny pictures of Tristan's love to do anything destructive. Please ignore the quality they were taken with my phone. Enjoy! I know Tristan does.

First Christmas!

I'm proud to say that my Christmas shopping is done. I can now sit back and enjoy my kids first Christmas. We are so used to picking out toys for our friends children I actually had to ask Clinton to pinch me, because I couldn't believe we were buying for our own. Clinton and I are known to not wait till Christmas to open our presents from each other, but we are looking forward to waiting this year. We have already talked about the traditions that we want to start. I hope everyone has a great Christmas and a happy New Year! We will be back next year for more updates.