Merry Christmas to All

Merry Christmas to all!  I say that, of course, because I misplaced my cell phone and only know Mom and Dad’s home phone number by heart, so I haven’t spoken to any family outside of Alaska today.  This, coming from the guy who held out and only got a cell phone about a year and a half ago, and now I’m incommunicado without one.  Ironic…

Christmas started early for us.  Very early.  Like 4:30 AM early.  So, even though Adam and Seth are four hours behind Memere and Pepere, they were still probably up before them.  The boys woke early and saw the tree surrounded with economically and environmentally friendly cloth gift bags, and all thoughts of sleep were gone.  In an effort to fend them off and get a little more rest, I told them I’d set the timer and when it went off, we’d all get out of bed and start opening presents.  It was 4:30, so I set the microwave timer for 90 minutes; 6AM sounded good.  A little after 5:00, we could tell the boys were still up, and what the heck, it’s Christmas, so we came out.  Adam and Seth were in the dark kitchen, standing in front of the microwave, watching the seconds count down on the timer like most kids watch a television.  Instead of going back to bed, they watched the microwave.

Poor Gabriel.  Not only is he seriously gassy and too young to truly enjoy his first Christmas, since he’s a newborn and can’t put up much of a fight, he also gets dressed up as Santa.

 

I’ve got to hand it to my sons: despite getting two hours less sleep than they’re used to, they held it together well today.  They didn’t get too crazy, they said thank you, and weren’t emotional sleep-deprived wrecks, like they could have been.  They must have a great mother.