There’s something so magical about it. I mean it’s that whole Norman Rockwell thing again.
On Christmas Eve, we went to our Christmas Eve candlelight service.
It’s a yearly tradition to go to my parents’ house where they make my favorite meal of the year…a homemade Mexican feast with warm tamales. Yum! I eat myself silly every Christmas Eve.
On the way home we always are on the lookout for Santa and the reindeer. Here’s a little bit of our conversation:
Me: Oh! I think I see Rudolph! I see a right light!
Campbell: I see it!
Nolan: Nope that’s just a tower.
Me: Maybe Santa hasn’t made it here yet.
Campbell: Yeah, he’s in Mexico. I see a red light!!!!
Nolan: No, that’s just another tower.
Justin: Nolan, you don’t know you can’t see that far away.
Nolan: I’m not trying to be a genius!
I belly laughed over that one. I just love love love this age for our kids and the things they say. Not so much the fighting and tantrums but they say some crazy cute stuff.
We let the kids open one present Christmas Eve and it's always new jammies. Preparing for Santa is not an easy task after such a full day but we can't the big man in the red suit down.
reindeer food: check
Christmas Eve brought a pretty nasty storm so we ended up with two boys in bed with us. That was fun covering up their eyes at 3 a.m. so they wouldn’t see their Christmas gifts. Presents were loved by all and my sweet niece, Madison, spent the night with us so it made it even more special.
And that’s my girl, already liking clothes at the ripe old age of 15 months.
We bundled the kids and went outside to play in the snow. Landry and I only could stand it for about 10 minutes because it was crazy cold. Poor Landry didn’t have any gloves so we resorted to socks on her hands. Hey, it’s better than nothing.
My boys on the other hands played outside til their cheeks were red and their fingers were purple from snowballs. I finally had to be the party pooper and tell them that they had to come in because I didn’t want them getting sick.
The next day we left for Kentucky. The same day that Arkansas got 12-13 inches of snow…as in a blizzard. Yeah, we drove through that.
With 3 kids.
For 16 hours.
Another memory for the books.