We were out the door bright and early at 6:45 for a Latin Mass an hour away. John got to serve today.
|Margaret boycotting the photo again|
Being an hour from home, we went to breakfast at the only restaurant we knew would be open: Waffle House! It was a zoo, but we got fed and that's what counts.
We got home around noon for opening gifts. Such fun!
|Engraved baby cups for the youngest set|
|A roll-up pencil pack|
|Mary loves loves loves books|
|New lift-the-flap books!|
|Joseph's new pounding bench|
My top favorite gift was from Mary (6). See, I'd had a grand vision that a couple months ahead of time, I would teach the children about how it is better to give than receive, assign them all to make gifts by hand for various family members, and that would really be so touching. Instead, I've been pregnant and sick, so I did nothing of the sort to forward this grand scheme.
But my little Mary did make one present and it was for me. She planned it up all by herself, without Daddy saying anything, and she remembered it in the midst of opening gifts when she ran to get it from its hiding place.
This Mama got really teary because I can distinctly remember being a little girl and digging through my belongings, deciding that giving what I loved best would best show my love for my parents.
|Mary's treasures for Mama|
And then there was the letter she wrote me, which I will treasure always and might possibly have to bring out as evidence when Mary is a tumultuous teenager:
"Mama, You are mine mama. You are my mama and you shall all ways be my mama. Love, Mary"
You try not crying! I dare you!
Having been allowed to watch "Star Wars: A New Hope," John has used just about everything he can as a makeshift light saber, so we got him some toy light sabers. He likes them . . . just a little!
|Margaret makes pizza|
|Joseph's favorite book about Spot|
|Grampa reading a book|
|Typically Mary, she disappeared without a word during our opening of gifts, |
leaving the hustle and bustle to go do artwork by herself in the quiet kitchen.
|What happens when a family of bookworms comes from an extended family of bookworms|
- Christmas Honey-Baked Ham with Pineapple (leftovers from Christmas Eve)
- Sweet potato casserole
- Butternut Squash Soup (too which I also add tart apples and heavy cream--homemade and frozen a couple of weeks ago)
- Fettuccine Alfredo
- Green beans with cherry tomatoes
- Cranberry sauce (leftovers)
- Bread rolls (store-bought take-and-bake)
- Gingerbread with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream
After dinner, I read the final chapter of "The Birds' Christmas Carol" (by Kate Douglass Wiggin) to the children . . . that is, to John. I've been reading this for the last few days to John and Mary, who knew from the start that the beloved, saintly little girl Carol would die in the end. So, while Chris was washing dishes and I was getting off my feet, I offered to the children to read the final chapter of the book. Mary refused to join us because her tender heart couldn't take the poignant finale.
|I ordered a cheap used copy and what came in the mail was an 887 first edition. Bibliophile fun!|
I read it through my tears to John. It is a lovely story which I recommend.
All the children went to sleep reading a stack of their new books with their new headlamps in their beds. This was a wonderful day!