Christmas Eve (Catch-Up #1)

In our family Christmas Eve is called Dad's Birthday. The only thing for which my Father asks is that his family be there to eat dinner with him. However, because my brother, Bohemian, is a Youth Minister, it can be difficult to get us all there on that day as Bohemian usually has Christmas Eve services at his church. For some reason churches expect their ministers to be at the church when they have services. Go figure. I digress. I also got off subject. So, we all managed to be there this year, and it was way fun.

I spent all day cooking for Christmas day, and my fantastic Mother and Sis-n-Law, BusyBee, spent the day helping me and keeping the kids and dogs out from underneath my feet. The kids played, the adults visited, and pretty much a good time was had by all.

After dinner, but before bed time, we allow the kids to open one present...that present is (drum roll) pajamas. And believe it or not, it is actually a present that they kids look forward to getting. Then of course we have to put them on the couch for that all too important group photo of the grandchildren. After 15 or 20 (million) attempts at getting all 6 of them to look in the general direction of the camera, we will manage to get at least one passable picture.

Here they are! Aren't they cute?

Lil' Spitfire, Professor, Baby J, Warrior, Mr. Goldencurls, and Princess

And being the very sophisticated family that we are, we had to get a picture of all of them sticking their tongues out. Because we are very proud parents.

Now, all the kids got really cute pj's, but I think that Baby J's took the cake.

Nana-nana-nana-nana. Nana-nana-nana-nana. Batman!



complete with cape!

Now, of course, after all the frivolity of getting to open presents, and getting to change into new pajamas, the kids are very calm and ready for bed. And everyone who believes that...we now know you do not have children.

How many grandkids can you fit into an expandable ball? The world may never know, but you can fit 4 into this one.

Here Professor and Baby J "help" CarlDog work on his computer. For those of you who do not know, CarlDog is my adopted brother. Not legally, but who needs papers when your family!?

Here Grandpa and Mr. Cash Pugface try to help Mr. Goldencurls calm down for bed. Mr. Cash was a new addition to our family this year...he made himself right at home...and what's more we all loved him.





Now being the wonderful grandparents, parents, aunts, and uncles that we are we did play Wii...

After the kids went to bed.