We are fortunate enough to have almost all of our family living near us, but I admit that at Christmas that can be overwhelming sometimes. It is not that we don't love our family, but running the gauntlet of Christmas festivities can be a challenge. You know that movie that came out last month...Four Christmases with Reese Witherspoon and Vince Vaughn? That describes our holiday completely except maybe it should be five, six or seven Christmases. We even have the baby spit-up scene only the baby is mine and she is vomiting half a bottle on me.
First I'll start with Tuesday since we stopped by our friends house for a visit where Jillian got to see her BFF Becky. They are only 9 days apart but with about a 2 lbs difference in weight and that gigantic head Jillian looks like a giant in comparison. Their daddies tried to get the girls to play, but Jillian seems to find this idea a shocking concept.
The next day we went to Jeramy's dad's house and my uncle's house. We brought Cujo to the earlier outing. He was dismayed to find that there is now a car seat in the back of the truck when he used to be able to stretch out back there. After trying out a wide variety of sleep positions in frustration, he and Jillian finally found a way to make it work.
Before venturing out on Christmas morning, Jillian and Cujo tried out their new toys:
Then it was off to Jeramy's grandma's, Jeramy's mom's and Jeramy's cousin's houses. 10 hours later we were exhausted but back home. Jeramy's mom took advantage of Jillian's hunger to get a picture of her and her cousin Julia in reindeer antlers. It turns out that 2 year olds are less cooperative than 2 month olds.
This morning, it looked like Christmas exploded in my living room.
Thank goodness we have a few days to rest up and clean up.