It started far earlier than usual. Laying in my bed at o'dark thirty I heard them starting to rustle around. Little gasps and oooos and ahhhhhs were the first things I heard as they milled around the tree.
We decided to let them open their stockings super early, but the real rip and tear would have to wait till the teens were up.
We exchange gifts with our immediate family, and this little cutie was my secret Santa this year. He was so excited to give me my present!
And then the rip and tear commences.
It's actually not total chaos. Nobody is allowed to get their own presents under the tree. You can only get one to give to someone else. And only 1-2 presents can be opened at a time. That's my own selfish rule because I love to see them open them up and can't stand the thought of missing something!
Unlike years past when Papa is consumed with cleaning up the mess as it is being made, I was able to convince him to let it go this year and clean it all up in the end.
This young man was all consumed with a micro RC car.
We rounded out the birthday celebration with our family's traditional Christmas supper of prime rib, Yorkshire pudding, grilled asparagus, homemade rosemary rolls, and Sunny's apple pie for dessert with real homemade whipped cream!
I love real whipped cream!
I love it so much I would marry real whipped cream!
Then the button popped off my jeans.