Christmas morning was "the usual" this year - Grandpa and Grandma Fotheringham joined us bright and early so they could see the boys open their gifts. We ate breakfast casserole, Scott's favorite tradition, and were ready to crash for the day at 11:00 a.m. - no such luck with the boys anxious for our help to assemble and try out every new toy and game. We did eat the traditional lunch at Great Grandpa and Grandma Fotheringham's and mingled with all the Fotheringham side of the family.
Oakley with his "Santa Pile" of presents. Oakley used to open one gift, play with it for a quite a while, and then open the next one. His birthday is 16 days after Christmas and he used to still have Christmas presents left to open when his birthday came! Not this year, he tore through all of his presents in record time and was trying to get everyone else to hurry up and get all of theirs open. I definitely prefer the opening one at a time, taking it out and playing with it, and having the fun of opening presents last for days and even weeks. Those days are definitely gone!
Eli with the present at the top of his wish list- a remote control tarantula. I think he was especially excited to get this item because he knows he can use it to terrorize Oakley - Oakley will run out of the room screaming at the site of even a pretend rubber spider- let alone this one with eyes that light up red and that scampers with all eight legs creepily across the floor!
Grandpa helps Asher pull one of his party poppers that make a pop and shoot out streamers.
Oakley, Eli, and Asher lined up with their new Christmas pajamas with the scooters from Grandma Lee Ann. I was so pathetic this year I didn't follow the usual tradition of having the boys open their present on Christmas Eve with the new pajamas and ornament to add to their collection. I just handed each of them the plastic bag from Gymboree that had their pj's and ornament inside and said, "Here you go!" How pathetic! Actually, I was just too burned out...
