Don't judge.
Anyways, I wanted to fill you in on your first Christmas.
I just had a long post written and it didn't save... ::head wall::
Okay so let's try this again. Christmas Eve was spent at home with my grand parents (the Sonn's) and your fathers friend Bryan. Bryan was a last minute addition as his family lives far away and he would have otherwise spent Christmas alone. I spent the day cleaning, cooking dinner, making dessert, baking cookies for Santa, taking care of you, and entertaining my grandparents.
It. Was. Busy.
And when that was all done and everyone (but your father and I) went to bed, prep work for Christmas morning breakfast began.
Santa's cookies were peanut butter cookies with dark chocolate chips.
Dinner was:
- glazed ham (nothing special- the only thing I did to it other than heat it up was add pineapple slices).
- potatoes Anna ( with Yukon and sweet potatoes)
- roasted carrots
- caramelized pearl onions
Dessert were wine glasses filled with red and green jello layered with whip cream on top. But, everyone was too full to eat it. I slowly ate them over the next few weeks.
Christmas Eve night we opened presents with my grandparents. They got you a laugh and learn table (it's a bit too old for you still) and your baby genius Neptune play center (you LoVE this).
After everyone went to bed, your father and I prepped breakfast for he next morning. We had:
- homemade cinnamon roll wreath (huge hit - making this a tradition)
- egg casserole (sounded appealing as it was a crock pot meal but turned out so so)
- orange punch (just oj with slices of pineapple and strawberries- but apparently tasted freshly squeezed)
- fruit tree (a picture of what it should have been below, but I grew far too tired, and we ran out of toothpicks, so it turned into a fruit tray)
So Christmas Eve went well (other than how LOUD my grandparents are! Pop is hard of hearing so grandpa always shouts. For everything. Even while you were sleeping, she'd shout across rooms. She commented as she was leaving how "it's amazing how quiet you have to be for her to sleep." In which we replied "we don't have to be quiet (we already are), we just can't be loud." Somewhat of a backhanded way of saying 'you're too loud!' But I digress...Christmas morning we hoste a large group - my grandparents were still there, and your fathers mother / father / sister joined us as well. The food went well, and we all opened gifts together.
You got so many toys... Mostly from your father and I. Your toy car, blocks, cars, stacking rings.... We also decided to start an annual tradition in the form of a gift for you. Well we couldn't decide which route to go - so we chose two traditions and we'll see which one sticks. Pajamas, and a necklace that I chose for you. I believe our plan for the jewelry is to collect them over the next several years and give them all to you on your 16th birthday / Christmas.
After the masses had left - we enjoyed the rest of the day quietly at home. Much needed and enjoyed and a great way to end your first Christmas.
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