Paul woke us up this morning at the agreed-upon hour of 6:30 a.m., by playing Christmas carols on the piano. Matt and I lay in bed listening for about 20 minutes before Paul started to run out of songs to play, and by then everyone else was up.
We really only had a modest pile of presents to go through, se we started by having the kids go one at a time. Halfway through the painstakingly belabored opening of the first present, I ran out of patience and gave the kids permission to dig in and rip.
Legos, Legos, and more Legos. Everyone got their own coveted multi-million piece theme set. They'll be hunched over the table like this for a week, at least.
I was especially amused by the 'educational propaganda' labels on Renee's Lego box. Her set will, apparently, help her with motor skill development, colors and shapes, social skills, and creative development. All I wanted was for her to play be herself and leave me alone for a half hour. I guess I''m a better parent than I thought.
Even the dog got what she wanted. If you remember from her birthday party post, the dog is nervous about any unusual situations or behavior, and she was indeed afraid of her present. She could smell something dog-alicious inside, and didn't want anyone to go near her package, but was afraid to actually touch it herself. Matt unwrapped a nice big new bone for her, which she took downstairs behind the couch to enjoy in private.
Matt got a large pile of wordy academic books, which I am beginning to regret already. Every time I pass by him, he stops me to tell me about some category of ancient history that I never knew existed. I got gold jewelry (he went to Jared!), and a big box full of coffee, chocolate, and maple sugar. So far it's been a good Christmas.
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