We did an advent calendar this year. Every morning, the boys rushed downstairs to see what was in the day's pocket (usually candy or a small toy) and then counted how many days until Christmas.
G opted to write Santa a letter this year instead of sitting of visiting with him in person. It says: "Dear Santa, I want a tarantula (not a real one). And a scorpion. Don't give me a real one. And a candy cane puppet. Love, Grant" Miles' letter, which was dictated to me, was short and sweet. It said: "I want a train. Love, Miles"
One day Miles came home from school wearing antlers and red fuzzy dot on his nose. He wore it for the rest of the day and insisted we call him Rudolph.
Grant asked repeatedly for a Santa hat, so on the last day of school before break, there was one waiting for him in his carseat when I picked him up. He wore it almost every day until Christmas.
I had the week of Christmas off. In all honesty, we spent three out of the seven days in our pajamas, and it was awesome. Here was the day we made a gingerbread house in our jammies.
We hosted the extended Smith family for Christmas Eve dinner, which was a whirlwind of presents and sugar overload. There are now seven boys in the family, ages 6 months to 8 years old.
On Christmas morning, the boys slept in a little bit but had no patience when it came to getting downstairs: "Hurry up, Mom! It's Christmas!" Santa brought a train track, toy tarantula and scorpion, plus practical stuff like socks, underwear and art supplies.
Also under the tree were gifts from Mom and Dad like a new helicopter for Grant and chef outfit for Miles.
After getting dressed, the boys were patient for about 2 minutes of picture taking.
Grant, my budding photographer, took this picture of Kent and me.
Later, when we had family around to take a family pictures, this was the best we could do. Miles was being uncooperative as usual, and Grant was being just a little more so. But it captures the stage of life we're in perfectly.
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