Once we made a quick pitstop at Grammie’s to drop off luggage, gifts, and dogs, we headed to Bri’s for Christmas Eve / Christmas / the McHusband’s birthday.
With all the toys at Bri’s house, Olivia was most interested in emptying a box. Being the first kid, I was spoiled with lots of toys but my mom says my favorite thing to do was drop clothespins into a gallon milkjug. So Olivia comes by her box obsession honestly.
Meanwhile, Owen and Lyla, with a little help from Aunt Steph, were decorating cookies for Santa.
They obviously have the most important step in baking down pat.
Time for sprinkles!
Taste-testing for Santa.
Bri made a peanut butter-chocolate molten cake for the McHusband’s birthday. I helped with separating the eggs.
In the oven, getting all molten-ized.
Later, we sang Happy Birthday.
And had platefuls of gooey deliciousness.
In between the sweets, we played outside and opened gifts.
Testing the limits of the swingset.
Did someone say presents?!
Believe me when I say this was the calm before the storm.
I don’t remember what was going on for Lyla to make this face but it would seem she was very concerned.
Blowing up Lyla’s whoopee cushion. That thing was a hit!
The kids helped Maxie open her gift. As you can see, she was quite happy with what she got.
Olivia was a big fan of packaging as well.
My mom made these paper wreaths for Bri and me. They are made out of book pages. How cool are they?!
Guess what else my mom made? These “horses” for Owen and Lyla. Owen’s a little unsure of what’s going on, but look at Lyla’s face; she zeroes in on that pink fluffy horse.
Off to the races!
The aftermath of Hurricane Christmas.
Christmas with three-year-olds is fun, exhausting, exciting, a test of your patience, and over much more quickly than in the past couple of years since they tear through their own gifts – and any others they can get their hands on – in no time.
Hope you aren’t tired of kids and gifts yet – we still have Christmas at Grammie’s to recap.
