Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Christmas, Part 1

Ellie is down for her nap, and Margaret is mostly involved in playing with Ellie’s toys, because they are so awesome.  (All right, now she’s started wandering all over the house and panicking when it is suggested that she might stay in one of the areas where we can see where she is.  Because, you know, all these new toys and what she NEEDS right now is Ellie’s battered teething ring.  Silly monkey.)

So this morning went well.  Margaret  responded to church last night by waiting until mass started and then saying over and over in loud and piercing tones “I want to go home.  I want my coat and hat and I want to go home.  I want to go home.”  So Leo took her away, an put her in the car, and she fell asleep.  So she napped from 5 until 6:20, and then stayed up until 8:30.  This was nice, because she got to be at the party, and she slept in a bit this morning, which gave me time to get breakfast ready.

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She came down, and the children opened their stockings.

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This method was not going fast enough.

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Ellie was more interested in standing, but Margaret helped her with her stuff, so it got looked at.

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And then Margaret was done, and looked laconically around for more presents. 

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But we had breakfast first.  There are no pictures of breakfast, because it was a rough-and-tumble sort of meal, where biscuits were eaten quickly, both with and without jam.  (We’re having brunch at Leo’s parents’ house in not too very long, so it’s not like we needed an elaborate breakfast.  Stop looking at me like that.)

And then we opened presents.  Margaret was very helpful with this.  And actually, though Ellie wanted nothing more than to clutch a tube of orajel in her clammy little paw, she was also rather helpful with the ripping of the paper and the general mayhem.

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And Mom, just for you, here’s the video of opening Madeline.  And I realize on watching it that it looks like I stole her toy, but that’s really not how it was at the time.

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