On Christmas Eve, we met at my parents' house before Mass.
We had to get to St. Paul's at 3:45 for the 4:30 pm service. P and I passed the time by taking selfies.
Can we discuss the spiky hair and bowtie?? This is just how I want to remember him when he's a grown up. Big cheeks and all.
Welp, considering they had to sit in church for 2 hours, their behavior was ok. God Bless our family members for putting up with children crawling/hugging/fighting over them on what was supposed to be a spiritual experience!
SO thankful for these peeps I'm blessed to call family! XOXOXO
After Mass we went back to my parents' house, and the kids opened presents.
Preston got a suitcase to match M&A's.
Madeline was so excited about a jewelry box to hold all of her "jewels". Andrew got a remote control dinosaur, that I think we've all enjoyed just as much as him.
We bought Lilo an elf outfit. We could NOT stop laughing. These poor dogs.
After presents, it was time for Christmas carols. Preston and his BFF Uncle Ryan sang Jingle Bells, and GiGi gave her annual Christmas Eve performance of "Silent Night". As she started to sing, Andrew started screaming/crying and saying, "Why does GiGi always have to sing this??" And then he went and hid behind a chair. We could. Not. Stop. Laughing.
Once Andrew calmed down, we read the Christmas Story from the Bible. Madeline and Andrew unwrapped baby Jesus and placed them in their respective mangers. Thank goodness GiGi and Poppy have multiple Nativity scenes, lest we have my children fighting over baby Jesus on Christmas Eve.
We changed clothes, poured ourselves a beverage and walked down to the Bekelja's Christmas Eve party. The "kids" took our annual Christmas Eve picture. 20+ years and running! We were only missing 1 out of 11 this year!
GiGi and MiMi with their littlest grandchildren. The others wouldn't sit still long enough for a picture.
BFFs. Love you, Kelly! And I'm SO happy that our kids have each other.
After a few hours of partying, we changed the kids into their PJs and drove home. Andrew promptly fell back asleep on our floor...
...until we uttered the words "cookies for Santa." We had to make sure the big man had his goodies!