A Bunch Of Pictures Of My Spoiled Rotten Children

Let's dive right into Christmas morning:

So in my husband's family, every Christmas morning, the kids had to line up on the stairs and take pictures one by one coming down. In my family, we were allowed to open one gift under our mini-tree upstairs and then could wait around the big tree until my parents had coffee. Apparently, I have a lot of my parents in me, because while Kev was running around turning on Bing Crosby and trying to get the boys to wait at the top of the stairs so I could take a picture, I was fumbling half awake, noting to myself that next year, coffee before stairs will definitely be instated. So this is the best picture we got. 

Sorry, Kev. 

 Bennett is OB-sessed with these Little People flap open books. When I found "What People Do" I was so excited to have something new to read with him. And we have read it 2981340928439028 times since last Wednesday.

 Wells. 

Poor third child. At first, we weren't going to buy him anything, because as long as we feed him, he is pretty unconcerned with life, but then we realized that the boys would notice and think he was on the Naughty List, so we ran out and grabbed a bunch of 12 month clothes and wrapped them up. On Christmas Eve we also realized that he didn't have a stocking, so we flipped the one around that said our dead dog's name and passed it off as Wells'. 

Parents of the Year over here. 

Christmas lights are ah-mazing!

 On Cullen's Christmas list was: A football, A football tee for kick offs, football gloves and a drum. He got all of the above, plus a few extras.

 Bennett asked for Monster Trucks and cars. His wishes were also granted.

I asked for wine. Check. 

Kev didn't ask for much, so we got him fancy bourbon. 

 Our sweet neighbor Gus was cleaning out his toys before Christmas and asked if he could give Bennett this Police-Fire house because B always plays with it when we are over at their house. It was definitely one of Bennett's favorite things and so sweet of Gussy to think of us!

 The aftermath

 Later that day, my family came over to celebrate Christmas Day and Kev and Bummy surprised me with this: 

Patent pending- don't steal our idea!

 Ever since Wells was born, one boy has to be in the third row of my Yukon and I always complain about what a pain it is to have to throw things back at them and how much easier my life would be if I had a basket and a pulley system, so Kev and Bummy somehow game up with this ingenious invention. It even runs on a motor and I have a little button to send it back and bring it back up to the front. Amazing, right? 

All in all, it was a wonderful, blessed day with our family (we spent Christmas Eve visit my Oma and Opa and going to Mass with Kev's parents, but no pictures were taken).

We are so grateful for all that we have and the people we have to share it with. 

As an end note, here are my boys, wearing helmets, singing songs about Baby Jesus. 

Merry Christmas!