Up first: pants-less decorating! (For those of you who did attend Christmas at our house, this is where the tree originated before migrating to the other side of the room.)
Someone found it veeeeerrrrrryyyy interesting.
(Photo cred to Zo)
I was curious as to what Zoey would do if she met Santa so we went to Rimrock Mall and tried it out. She was like what adults do when they encounter celebrities. We got there just in time to not have to wait long in line, but got front-row seats to the incredible fashion show that was the North Pole. Little kids were so dressed up, Zoey looked at one little girl and said, "That girl is going to a wedding!" Never one to let anything sway her, however, as I took off her jacket before meeting Santa she said, "Good! Now Santa will notice how beautiful I am!" It *kills* me that I wasn't able to hear her conversation with him!
I'll admit, a small part of me does wish I had a picture with at least one of my children screaming on Santa's lap, but this will have to do. Maybe next year!
She was so Very Merry this year that I'm *still* trying to get her to stop singing Christmas songs.
All were excited for the presents from Grandma and Grandpa Donahue!
The Best Worst Little Helper ever! He helped keep the biscuits nice and moist!
Since we're always working with zero money and trying to keep a relatively clean lifestyle, we kept this Christmas mostly completely homemade.
Kicking things off with homemade sugar and gingerbread cookies to thank our nice neighbors for being so neighborly this year. One routinely snow-blows our sidewalk and driveway, while another showered us with baby-boy clothes, leaving us with very little - if anything - to purchase. I don't think they were at all able to tell these were homemade... In turn, our neighbors gave us bags of cookies so we were able to enjoy a plethora of treats long after Christmas was over.
After all was said and done, one box, and a couple of cans were harmed in the making of this Christmas. We got a local, farm-fresh turkey, locally-raised, home-smoked ham, smoked, wild-caught Alaskan salmon, and I made homemade ketchup, cream sauce for green bean casserole, biscuits, (local) sausage gravy, ranch dressing, mashed potatoes, apple crisp, pumpkin pie from our Sartorie Farms adventure, whip cream, and I threw together my now-traditional Crock-Pot Breakfast Casserole. All was a hit with everybody but, naturally, I am super-critical and thought I could have done and planned a bit better. When your Mother-In-Law asks if it's your first turkey, that's never a good sign. ;-) It was a lot of work, but I enjoyed it and learned a lot. I barely ate a thing but was satisfied that I was able to feed everyone else.
Although I started preparing for the big holiday meal at the start of the month, I made time for some celebrating as well.
My friend, Holly, invited Mer and I to her friend, Paula's, Ugly Sweater/Cookie Exchange Christmas Party and we snatched up these beauties, and some must-have Christmas accessories, along the way. I literally didn't realize my shirt said "Jingle," and not, "Jungle" until I looked at this picture a few days later. Until then, I just didn't get it; what was *so* Christmas-y about "Welcome to the Jungle?!" Turns out, nothing.
Paula and Holly totally won for Ugly Sweater, though. It's too bad I don't have a picture of the back; Paula sewed a Santa chair-covering to her sweater in a stroke of creative, DYI genius.
With everyone's plans to come to our house for Christmas set in stone, my hope was that we could all go light-looking to *really* get in the holiday spirit. We did it last year and absolutely LOVED it. Realistically-speaking, though, this was pretty much impossible, especially since my parent's didn't, in fact, rent a 15-passenger van like I was telepathically trying to get them to do, and now that we have two children, no one else fits in our SUV anymore. So we found some time a few days before Christmas to soak in some twinkles.
We saw some incredible displays, including one in our very own neighborhood that was Zoey's favorite because it flashed lights to - what else? - "Let It Go." (This isn't it; we weren't able to get a good shot of the Let It Go house.)
Christmas morning, all heck broke loose (I can't refer to H-E-double-hockey-sticks on the Lord's day, I'm sure), as Zoey discovered her Grandparents, who caught a ride on Santa's sleigh no doubt, Holden "met" his Grandpa for the first time since he was born, and I started getting food ready.
The Merry McIntyre Men.
Thank Goodness I managed to find this gem of a shirt as well! Don't stop believin'.
As the morning progressed, family and friends braved the white (read: snowy) Christmas and began to trickle in. Here the men are bein' men, lookin' at their manly toys.
Zoey with Libby and Layne.
Santa never forgets the boys! After all, Louis single-paw-edly controls the cat population.
Christmas H-E-double-hockey-sticks. Just what I wanted.
This was - if I'm being generous - about a minute after the dogs got their Christmas stockings.
It was a great day that was enjoyed by all. Society can fight all it wants about the meaning of Christmas and the proper way to celebrate it, but it is what you make of it. While it was stressful, busy, time-consuming, and costly to a certain degree, it was also fun, loud, happy, traditional, and entertaining. I'm glad we hosted and I hope we have the opportunity to do it again. We had a very happy holiday, indeed.
If nothing else, Durbin thought the day was a success.