For all the build-up, Christmas sure does go fast once you actually get there!
Last Saturday we were at my Dad’s to celebrate and we had a good time. We went sledding with the boys (two of the three as Wyatt was down and out with a fever on the couch), ate some good food and opened gifts before the tantrums struck and it was time to high-tail it out of there.
Sunday we spent getting ready for two days at my moms, I had lots of cooking to do and I wanted the house to look fairly picked up before we left. I never understood cleaning the house before you went on vacation but now I totally get it- who wants to come home to a messy house? Also: if someone were to break in while we were gone, I would like to be able to tell!
Yes, my house it usually that big of a disaster.
So, Sunday I made a bunch of food, my contributions to the various meals to be had over Christmas Eve and Christmas day. Wrapped the gifts for Yankee Swap and made sure all of the stocking gifts were ready to go. Clothes were packed. Outfits were laid out for church.
Monday morning we woke up and Lincoln was a feverish mess.
We crossed church off the list and proceeded to try and get everything packed up and on the road a little bit earlier than we had planned. It didn’t work very well. Has anyone with toddlers ever gotten anywhere earlier than planned in the history of the world?
Christmas Eve is Mexican Christmas at our house. A tradition that started when I first married Yogi Dad. We do tamales and enchiladas, this year I added a taco bar with chicken and steak, the best rice you’ve ever had and home made refried beans. Cookies for dessert and lots of margaritas.
We open one gift (new pajamas- all matching!) and then the kids go to bed.
After the kids were in bed, the adults played Yankee Swap.
When we bought our contributions to the game , we were super excited about what we had chosen. Usually when we do this we just find something pretty generic that anyone might like but this year we tried to find something that was really great that we ourselves would like. I picked out a lovely Infinity Scarf and Yogi Dad chose a Shaving Kit. Both gifts came from Etsy and I think from now on we might try and do all of our shopping there.
After Yankee Swap- we all descended on the stockings to fill them to the brim with candy, socks and other trinkets. Stockings are a tradition in my family. Every year we get the same candy we got every year growing up (Fanny Farmer Chocolate Balls, solid Santas and Fruit Slices), socks, and various other trinkets. It never gets old.
We only had one item to assemble this year- a kitchen for the boys. It would have been a breeze had Yogi Dad not thrown away half of the screws (after fastening only two pieces together). I blame that on the late hour and possibly too much merriment. After some fishing around in the garbage, we found what we needed, finished securing the Kitchen, and then we all went to bed.
Wyatt was up at 5:30. He sat straight up in is bed and said “It’s Morning! Santa!” and then walked upstairs with his blanket and pillow. I thought Judah was right behind him, but thankfully he just rolled over and went back tot sleep. I figured there was no use both of us getting up (I could hear Yogi Dad walking around upstairs) so I went back to bed too. He finally woke up around 7 and we headed upstairs then.
I expected to see the contents of the stockings strewn from one end of the living room to the other, but they were all sitting right where we had left them the night before. That is one thing I will never get used to with Autism- they are just completely oblivious to things like presents and stockings. Maybe one year there will be a mad dash to open gifts on Christmas morning, but maybe not.
After everyone else got up, we opened stockings and then got on with brunch (Blueberry Cream Cheese Baked French Toast, Maple and Cajun Sausage, Fresh Pineapple, coffee and Mimosas) and then we hung out for awhile. The kids played or napped. My sister set up shop and cut and colored hair. We made lunch and went sledding int he front yard.
And then came dinner.
After seeing the price tag on this piece of meat, I totally understand my mothers worry over it getting overcooked. You really don’t want to ruin something that cost you that much! But, my sister’s boyfriend Sam is a pro and it was perfect and delicious and dinner was simple and pretty relaxing. Pretty sure everyone was ready to undo the top button after that.
We loaded everyone into the car shortly after eating and headed home. Lincoln had been asking to go home since the day before, he was ready for his own bed and I was ready to sit on my own couch and stare mindlessly at the TV with my feet up and not have to worry about my kids breaking something or pushing anyone or jumping on something or when the next tantrum was going to come.
It was a good Christmas. We were with the people we love. The weather was nice. The food was good. Fun was had by all.
And today I feel the Christmas let-down. All that build-up. The cookie making, the gift choosing and wrapping, the cooking and packing. today it is over.
We get to do it again next weekend when Yogi Dad’s parents come to town.
I’m hoping for a repeat of the success of the past four days!