I'm not sure when Christmas officially became the season of being rushed, but this year, that's certainly what it felt like. Rushed from one house to another, from one meal to the next, from one present to the next, and so on. But, here we are December 27, and it's the first time I feel like I've had a chance to just sit.
{I love these kids! E-2.5, J-5, H-2.5, K-13, E-3m. How can you not love cousins dressed in matching Christmas jammies?!}
But, we were blessed to be with our families and had a wonderful time traveling and seeing everyone. Because of my work schedule and Morgan's it was a very short trip -- only spending 2 days in Eau Claire -- which probably added to the rushed-feelings.
This year, we stuck with tradition and spent Christmas Eve with Morgan's side, and Christmas Day with mine. Both days were filled with family, late nights, delicious food, and too many treats. My new found 2nd trimester appetite was not complaining about the last part!
Henry was so excited for Christmas this year. I was really looking forward to the days with him. But, in the moment, it was clear it was all a little too much for him. He refused to actually open anything himself, and made Morgan or me do it. Once the first present was open, he had ZERO interest in opening anything else. And, it was just kinda clear he didn't enjoy all the attention. I was a little disappointed that he didn't rip into his presents the way his cousins did, but he will get there at his own pace.
Overall, it was a wonderful holiday. I hope Christmas brought you as much joy and love as it did for our family. Merry Christmas!
