Speaking of traditions, we've done this for two years in a row! Does that qualify as tradition yet? (I do mean our little household. We've done this for years in the Ross household, that would be Erin's maidenhood household)
Gramma and Grampa came over for Christmas Eve for a delightful dinner of fondue. It went much smoother than last year, but I don't think Grampa likes it any better. Too much work; you gotta plan ahead. It was still super tasty, though.
(Notice the double-tonged sharp piercing stabby device in the hand of the three year old. Went well, though.)
After we settled in for some story time, Amelia 'innocently' peeked in a bag and had the wrath of four people on her. Her little eyes welled up, her bottom lip quivered. Why was everybody so adamant when there was such pretty presents everywhere?
Amelia then told us the story of how Jesus was born. However, instead of the three wise-men coming from afar, they came from the roof. And there was a baby Jesus, or somethin'. I'm going to have to work on the particulars for next year.
Still trying to get a shot Gramma looking happy. Doesn't look like it's going to happen anytime soon.
Amelia was finally able to open one present (the one she had peeked in!). She is a nakey sleeper. The only time she puts on jammies is when we have guests over in the evening. So, rather than the requisite jammies she received soft pants (sweatpants) and a rather dashing dress and overcoat.
Good thing she got to go to church the next morning for Christmas!
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