Phoebe was not the first one up on Christmas morning.
I guess the little kids got up around 8:00 and then woke up the bigger kids and they all just "played" in the basement until Andrew, Phoebe, and I finished getting up. I texted Rachel around 8:30 to let her know we were on our way...just waiting to finish feeding and changing Phoebe.
By the time we got down to the basement (literally at like 8:45) things had devolved into complete and utter chaos. Benjamin was buzzing with anticipation. Zoë had begun punching people. Alexander had been the receiver of a few good punches. Rachel was fuming at everybody. It was a mess.
|Miriam was fine though|
We managed to de-ruffle everyone's feathers and gave the once-sobbing children time to collect themselves while we switched Phoebe's jammies.
Her head control is getting better and better; she pulled herself up to sit like this.
Here are the kids lined up for the Christmas train:
Before they go in to open presents, Andrew leads the kids all around the house and—this year—outside of the house as well. This goofy tradition is a carry-over from Andrew's childhood, but I think it's one of my favourite ones. The kids laugh so hard the whole time.
Here they are walking along our new wall:
Alexander, meanwhile, was having a hard time waiting for his turn to open presents. He's not aware enough of traditions yet to know that he should have gone first; he simply was starting to feel a little antsy (which is exactly why Andrew's family opened presents youngest to oldest).
He held up a present to me and said, "Mom, I don't know what's in here...but I want to know what's in here!"
And a little Spiderman doll:
He loves Spiderman.
But his very favourite present of all was...a new toothbrush! He'd been asking for an electric toothbrush for a few years now (ever since we gave electric toothbrushes to Benjamin and Zoë).
He carried that toothbrush around for the rest of the morning:
He also got some bubbles (from Rachel) and a couple of books about outer space.
Benjamin was thrilled to finally get his turn. He got a set of fact books (wrapped individually), a couple of LEGO sets, a Minecraft shirt that came with a little Creeper figurine, and—perhaps most exciting—a book about National Parks.
Zoë opened a Hot Wheels racetrack that we picked out with some money my mom sent:
So far it's been a huge hit (but I'm sure they'll still enjoy playing with the Hot Wheels set at her house because we don't have a loop-the-loop and she does).
Zoë told me that she wasn't quite sure whether she should "accept" the gift "because of coronavirus," but I told her that accepting Evelyn's gift was just fine, silly kid!