Now, before we go on any longer and you start making judgements about the state of Regan's hair on one of the most frequenly photographed days of the year, let me explain. Regan took a shower on Christmas Eve morning. When she got out, I got in and I told her to get dressed and brush her hair. Well, she went the extra mile. By the time I was out of the shower, she had not only brushed her hair, but she put it in ponytails, "all by myself!!!" She was so, so proud of her accomplishment. She even put in one red pony and one green pony. What a cutie. Part of me wanted so badly to take her ponytails out and redo them in the cute hairdo that I was planning on for Christmas. But I knew that it was more important for her to feel independent and competent. So the ponies stayed in. And I'm sure some day she'll look back and wonder why in the world I let her go out in public like that. Until she has her own independent daughter.
Okay, back to Christmas. Here we are having our traditional Christmas Eve food. Some of the same stuff that we used to have when I was a little girl. Namely, cold cuts on toothpicks. Kids love them. And as Fancy Nancy taught us, and Regan reminds us, everything tastes better with frilly toothpicks. Dix made some California rolls which were a huge hit. Port ate like 15 of them and was so full I had to roll him into the family room.
Then we acted out the Nativity story. I have lost a box of Christmas stuff. All of our outdoor lights are gone and our Nativity costumes. So we makeshifted this year. Turner was the Kung Fu Joseph.
Hayden was a shepherd, Landon a sheep, Regan was (duh) Mary, Cooper was (duh) an angel and Porter was the a--I mean donkey and the manger. Who wants to play a manger in the nativity play. Weird kid.
The kids each got to open one gift on Christmas Eve. Regan was so cute and animated. She opened a gift that Porter got her, a set of mini ponies. She was so, so, so, so excited. She started jumping up and down and squealing, "I love it, I love it, I love it!" It was so sweet and made Port feel so great. The face in this picture was her true face at the moment. She was seriously so thrilled.
Cooper got...a broom. Seriously though, what do you get for a fifth boy? We have all of the toys he could possibly ever want, and more. He has tons of clothes. And books. And movies. And games. So he got a broom. And he likes it.
Regan got a little corral for her animals. And Turner got a bunch of Pokemon. So here they are playing animals and Pokemon in a corral. Fun. They have spent countless hours with these toys.
Whoops, this one is out of order. Here she is getting one of the animals that will later frolic with the Pokemon. She was so excited. She was at such a fun age this Christmas. Everything was just so thrilling to her.
This is my new obsession. I found myself rocking on Guitar hero during the day, ignoring my laundry, children, and my personal hygiene. My kids thought it was for them. HA! They are actually freakishly good at it. Dix must have played a lot of air band in his day (yes, that's what we used to do before the days of Guitar Hero), because he is so stinkin' good at the drums that it makes me think he missed his calling. Do you think he's too old to join a rock band? They'd have to start in someone else's garage because ours is definitely too messy.
While we were ignoring Cooper, I mean playing Guitar Hero, Cooper discovered the sub-woofer under the TV. We found a lot of small toys and pencils in it later. He was just tidying up, I guess.
All in all, a fabulous Christmas. Can't wait for next year!







































