Christmas sure is fun with kids. Jack really got into the holiday spirit and whooped it up -- Christmas carols, present wrapping, reindeer watching... you name it. Or, he slept and eyeballed his way through most of it while Molly did the whooping and ooohing and aahing. She's still not done unwrapping presents because the excitement of it all has been too much to get through in two days. It is so funny to see what presents kids latch on to, as well (versus the parents, especially). I was particularly excited by her new shoes that I thoughtfully wrapped up so that I could pass them off as a Christmas present when really, I just wanted to buy them. She didn't really care one iota about them but loved the little plane that John got her in the Montreal airport during his hellish trip here.
Santa was definitely good to us all around here, though, and we hope that everyone enjoyed the madcap adventures and (sometimes) controlled chaos of their Christmases.
Best present of the year? John arriving in the nick of time to read The Night Before Christmas to the little ones on Christmas eve. If you're wondering what the inside of Montreal-Trudeau airport looks like during the holidays, I know one (slightly fired up) person that you can ask. Let's just say that it sounds like they like their clubby clubs up there...
Q: What are aunts and uncles for?
A: Indulging little people is what they are for. Ever since Meg had to leave dinner for an orchestra rehearsal last week, Molly has been very interested in her instrument and has asked about her playing. She thoughtfully brought over her violin (yes, I know they're different. Meg, very intelligently, didn't trust the bull in the china shop with the good instrument) to show Molly the wonders of strings. When she broke out Wheels on the Bus, someone was quite pleased.
Greg is like a human trampoline. Molly now likes to be tall tall tall (everywhere -- on stools, chairs, shoulders)
Big smiles? Priceless
A dancing Christmas tree hat on John's head? Also priceless.
You didn't really think we'd get through living in Canada with no hockey sticks did you? Her stick is actually for the "hockeys". Lots of things are pluralized these days for some unknown reason.
Nana sent up one of John's old outfits for Jack to inherit. I won't post the picture of John trying to get in the little suit -- not pretty. We'll see if the little man has better luck.
We didn't get pictures of the whole clan together because with five kids, 8 adults (and four more arriving today), and lots of ribbons, wrapping, and bows, things got a little hectic but we sure had fun. Thanks to Grammy and Grampy for hosting and enduring the madness. We hope everyone else had as much fun and are as tuckered as we are!
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