Merry Christmas!

Jeff and I had to wake up this little elf ourselves. And he must have been so excited to see what Santa left for him, that he almost undressed himself. A big day was ahead of us, with visits to my mom's and Jeff's grandparents', so we had to start early so we didn't have to rush around.


He almost could not believe his little eyes. Santa came!


I thought I'd recreate an old tradition from my childhood - the compulsory picture on the stairs in our jammies. Next year, two little elves will be on the stairs in their jammies!


First up, the block train left all set up at the foot of the Christmas tree. It was pretty awesome since each gift Enzo unwrapped occupied his undivided attention for at least 15 minutes. Our gift giving took a few hours.

The carnage.

Santa must have visited Mema's house as well, because he dug out this rocking horse from MY childhood! Big hit with Enzo. At my mom's, a Christmas miracle happened. It's tradition that the youngest in the family lay the Baby Jesus in the manger on Christmas. But my mom had misplaced Jesus and had been on the hunt for him for a few weeks. About halfway through the afternoon, Jesus appeared in the manger. And still, noone has 'fessed up.


Is it me, or does Kayden look a lot like cousin Scotty? Here's Auntie Mary Jo, too.

And at Great Grumpy and Nana the Great's house -- his first tricycle given with love by Nana.


Here, Nana dancing tamborazo zacatecano with Enzo. Today was a loooong, but fantastic, day of family, great food, and togetherness. Merry Christmas!