Ahhhhhhhhh.
I love the feeling of sacking out and doing nothing that comes after a busy time. I’ve only left my pajamas long enough to teach my lesson at church, dishes haven’t been done in days, I’ve even managed to watch a whole movie without working on something, and I didn’t even have a freak out! (mostly.)
I think a long weekend was just right for hibernation. Now the house is starting to stink, I’m starting to stink, and I’m ready to get back to some sense of order. Atti even managed to catch a cold* over the holiday, so I’m able to do chores while he sleeps the day away in a cough syrup haze.
*How perfect is that? All flu season long we are fanatical about keeping him inside since he’s in the super high risk group for RSV, and the one day *literally one day* we break him out of his quarantine he gets sick. Mommy Paranoia justified!
On Christmas Eve I cooked up a fancy dinner for Bear and me and then we all snuggled into the couch to watch cheesy Christmas movies.
When Atti went to sleep we had a present wrapping party. I wish I thought to take pictures because this years gift tags looked adorable with the packages all wrapped up. But not as adorable as this sweet little guy. Isn’t his face just perfect? *Sigh*
Christmas morning we woke up and exchanged presents, but there wasn’t much of a surprise since Bear already knew what his present was. I was so excited to finally pull off a big Christmas for him. Every year he blows the budget on something big for me, usually sacrificing his Christmas and birthday money to pay for it. He just can’t resist overdoing. This year he’s been so busy at work I knew he’d be too distracted to plan something like that, so it was finally my turn. I bought him a PS3 and put it on a credit card we hadn’t used in months so that he wouldn’t discover it, and then two days later he comes to me in a panic that our credit card was stolen because there is a huge random purchase on it all of a sudden.
I could have killed him! There was nothing I could possibly say to cover it. I just ended up yelling, “BEAR! It’s Christmas! You’re not supposed to scrutinize the accounts!” As soon as he realized it was me, he knew what his present was. There’s nothing else that crazy expensive he would have any interest in.
What do you guys do at Christmas to keep your presents secret? With both of us being involved in the finances and being pretty responsible about them, we both know where all the money goes which means that big surprises like this don’t stay surprises for very long. But at least I have the sense to ignore the credit card purchases in December and only look at the total. Sheesh Bear!
This ended up being the real surprise:
Bear’s turning into such a good baker, he had to have an apron. So I bought some lightweight suiting material and whipped him up one. I even had enough fabric to make a matching one for Atti. I made sure to make it super big so it would fit when he was actually old enough to help.
Bear felt so guilty after blowing my present for him, that he went out and overspent on me, so I ended up with speakers for my ipod so I don’t have to keep headphones balanced on my head as I’m digging through fabric stacks and looking for the right color paint, and then he bought me Guitar Hero World Tour, complete with drum set, guitar and microphone. It was a little bit like the time Homer bought Marge a bowling ball with his name on it, but I don’t mind. It’s been so much fun, we’ve already beaten the game on the easy level and now we’re trying to keep up with the Medium difficulty.
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We finished our present exchange super super early and raced up to the grandparents house for a little family time.
All the excitement just tuckered our little guy out. He gets stressed when it’s noisy or crowded, and with all the cousins around, he got stressed.
Since then we’ve been lazing around the house, playing Guitar Hero when Atti would let us, snuggling up against the chilly weather that cuts right through our house, watching movie after movie and eating a huge ham all by ourselves.
Atti’s calling me from his swing, I’m sure it’s time to wipe his sore little nose again. And then I have to dig my kitchen out from a nest of funky dishes. Sigh. I guess the fun can’t last forever. I hope your holidays were happy and that Santa brought you everything you wanted!