Merry Christmas!

Backtracking a little more...Christmas Eve found us curled up in front of a toasty fire, built by the husband, and watching lots of movies. Little Man was recovering from a throw up bug. Our crowd was rather slim. Our little fam, T's parents (JJ & Grandpa J), and my mom.

T's brother and the grands were supposed to join us Christmas morning, but Grandma was a bit under the weather, and being that it was Grandma and Grandpa's SIXTIETH Christmas together, Grandpa opted to spend the day with his bride, rather than make the drive, so T's brother came solo.

Our morning began early. We gathered in the den while T read Luke 2. Sister sat on his lap, Little Man curled up on JJ's, and Little Bit slept the morning away...

When we let them in the Living Room, I watched a precious scene unfold.

I would have made a run for my stash, but not Sister.

She was far more concerned with what Little Bit had received.

She even suggested Little Man check it out with her.

Together, they oohed and ahhed over all their baby sister would be sure to LOVE!

Swords were a hit this year.

I believe each child received three. Somehow, they've ALL wound up in Little Man's room. He's rarely without one in hand. In the bathroom. In the bed. Outside. In his closet. You know, there are a LOT of bad guys out there. Yea, he's pretty much ALWAYS got a sword in hand. He's also known to holster them using his pull-up. Classy.

I meant to serve cinnamon rolls for breakfast. However, due to my total attention to details like, say, bread rising times, we ate them for more of an early lunch. That's ok. They were worth the wait.

Sister got a baby doll her first Christmas, so it was only natural that Little Bit get one this year. Several weeks before Christmas, Sister helped pick the baby. Keeping it a secret nearly killed her! She was so excited to finally give Little Bit her gift!

Little Bit loves baby Penelope.

We spent the afternoon making play-doh ice cream, burgers, and fries. Yum.

After serving a scrumptious play-doh meal, Sister sat back in her chair, surveyed her gifts, and commented, "you know mom, we just don't deserve any of this."

That was a precious moment, as we got to talk about the ultimate gift we don't deserve...Jesus Christ.

And now, I leave you with a photo of my Army Man, who's "gonna kill all de bad gu-uys" in his camo, with his Transformers' sword and armor...Sister has grown quite accustom to keeping one arm up - in defense.