Here we are a week after Christmas and I'm finally starting to catch up. Blake woke up on Christmas with a cold and it's gotten worse from there: a sinus infection to end all sinus infections.
I've successfully avoided it this time around thanks to self-quarantine and lots of vitamins. Poor Blake has had a go of it, though, and is getting very ready to be done with blowing his nose and steaming over boiling pots of water.
Christmas itself was wonderful. We spent Christmas Eve at Blake's parents' house and enjoyed the usual festivities. The kids put on a nativity program and also take turns performing on whatever instruments they're currently learning. A couple recited poems like this one:
Yesterday is history. Tomorrow's a mystery. But today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.
I love 8 year olds.
Luckily this year we were spared any renditions of current Taylor Swift songs. In years past those have been the hardest to keep a straight face through.
My 11 year old niece, Coco, and I played a duet on cello and violin. She, of course, played perfectly. And I, of course, messed her up. My fingers are so out of shape. Also, I'm blaming my staggering stage fright. Sigh.
Iya and Papa (that's Blake's parents to their grandkids) organized a treasure hunt for the kids to find their gifts. It was definitely a highlight. It's so fun to see all 8 of them running around holding clues and looking like they might explode with excitement. It's one of my favorite parts of Christmas. Kids make everything more magical.
The rest of the evening was spent feasting on enchiladas and sides (we've all decided that Mexican food should be our new Christmas Eve tradition) and making ourselves sick by eating too many treats. A good 'eve was had by all.
Because we're getting really old, Christmas morning started out around 7:00 with a long walk for the Bear followed by a leisurely morning in our pajamas while we opened gifts. Blake and I did a mostly hand-made Christmas for our parents and we had so much fun. I crocheted afghans for both sets of parents, and Blake printed out a couple of beautiful photos on canvas of loons from the lake this past summer. It was a hit. I love doing handmade gifts. It makes me feel like I'm celebrating Christmas for a lot longer as I'm taking the time to work on the gifts so much earlier than I would have otherwise.
Also, because we're getting old, when our parents asked what we had on our Christmas lists it was all baby-related. My parents generously bought us our dream stroller and Blake's parents spoiled us with a beautiful high chair and a video baby monitor. We're getting close to being all set up and I can hardly believe it. How strange it is that we'll have an 8 month old by next Christmas!