Well Christmas came and went and I must say I am whipped.
I worked on Christmas Eve, had my house decorated and cleaned,
cookies baked, presents wrapped, and the menu planned out.
Whew, good thing this only happens once a year.
Even though the "magic" of Christmas isn't there anymore for me,
I found it more fun to watch C go crazy on Christmas day.
And crazy did he go.
I dont think he even fully "got it" but he sure loved all the pressies.
I went a little nuts-o on the presents but I just could not help myself.
With C being into Mickey, George, Thomas, and every other furry and blue character out there
I just had to buy it all!
And that I did.
I find it humerous that when I went through all my Christmas pictures that 90% of them are blurry.
C could not and would not sit, stand, lean, or even sleep still.
He was literally all over the place.
But the smile and giddy that that kids face when he got his bike was priceless.
We could have just gotten him the bike and he would have been in hog heaven.
Hands down that was the fav Santa gift.
I must applaud myself.
Husband said no to the bike,
I am so glad I didn't listen.
And now that I have gained 10 extra pounds by eating every Christmas cookie
and every last bag there was at Target of Angies Chocolate Covered Popcorn,
I need to loose this weight, get back into the normal routine only to do it again all in another 300 and something days.
It was a good Chrismas in the E house.
Can't wait to do it again next year.