I don’t know what it was about this Christmas but I felt rushed and this blog probably will be no different. I think we just tried to do too much before and after for me to really stop and appreciate the small things. I did manage to catch all the happiness of these amazing children of ours in some pictures and even home videos. The night before Christmas we did all our traditions. We put out the reindeer food, we read Twas the Night Before Christmas, we watched the Santa Tracker online and we put out milk and cookies.
There is oats and glitter hiding in their somewhere.
I was rushing them off to bed since it was super late and I don’t even know now what Easton’s major malfunction was all about.
After we all went to bed, SANTA came! Again we stuck to the three gift rule for each as the three wise men each gave a gift to baby Jesus. This year Santa brought two and we brought them one to equal their three each. The stocking is a bonus from Santa.
Bradley got a super black stealth tricked out bike. He is getting so big.
Talking about Jesus before we opened our presents. Notice the coffee and banana for quick fuel to get through this. It was 7 am.
Bradley actually got all B gifts somehow. A bow and arrow, bike, book bag and Bible.
Bradley loved helping pass out gifts. Easton loved his new DreamLites. He loved the ones his cousins had, he was mesmerized by the lights on the ceiling. I love how easily pleased he is. Can that please never change! Now I just need to keep working batteries in it all the time.
Real Talkies that they can use now and for a long time for all their “missions.”
A big boy toy for Bubbas. What do you get a boy who doesn’t need anything? A gift to share I guess!
Bradley loved his new blue leather Adventure Bible and I hope he continues to cling tight to God’s word.
Sunglasses in the stocking and this boy loves to wear glasses upside down for some reason even though he knows it’s the wrong way.
Things he asked for from Santa came true!
Our annual Merry Christmas Morning picture!
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