Between Jeffrey's work schedule and mine, it was a little difficult to work out the plan, and in the end we only got to spend a couple of days with each of our families over the holiday, but it was well worth it.
We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with Jeffrey's side of the family this year. On Christmas Eve they always go to Nana's house for dinner and presents. This year we had gotten Nana a photo book of Carter pictures (every great-grandma's dream, right?) Well, after everyone had opened presents in a quick, chaotic minute, I realized that I hadn't heard Nana say anything about the photo book. I thought it was odd that this normally doting great-grandma wouldn't have had anything to say about a book full of pictures of her favorite little boy, so I looked over and noticed that she hadn't even opened the box that the present was in! I had wrapped her gift in a used graham cracker box (we had run a little shy on gift wrapping supplies) and she thought that we had given her graham crackers for Christmas! Being the sweet, kind woman she is, she hadn't even thought twice about it and even said, "I really like these crackers!" We told her we'd get her some next year, but this year there was a different surprise inside. Haha.
Around 9 pm Carter was very tired and so we left Nana's house early to go back to the Edwards' house and put him to bed. The only problem was that when we got there the garage door wouldn't open. Jeffrey sheepishly asked if I thought I could fit through the dog door. Now, the Edwards have a Chihuahua/terrier mix, but luckily decided to dream big on their dog door and got the XL size...wow, good luck for me. I fit through and got us inside and put the boy in bed. Merry Christmas to me.
The next morning Carter got several presents but his favorite was definitely this big truck!
The truck theme continued at my parents house a few days later when he got a dump truck. Since then he's added the word "truck" to his vocabulary--no big surprise there. Jeffrey unfortunately learned that the joy of being a father on Christmas is that you spend most of your time trying to get those little toys out of their (impenetrable) packaging.
We got to see lots of family and share some smiles before it was time to head back to Temple. Merry Christmas to all, and a Happy New Year!
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