As Abby said goodbye to Santa, her hug pulled his beard off. I was prepared for a big talk, but she said nothing. About ten minutes later, she said, "You know, Mom, that wasn't the real Santa. I saw the elastic on his beard."
After we put up our tree, the girls kept rearranging the ornaments. They all ended up on the bottom two inches of the tree. Hannah decided to decorate the tree with her most prized possession, Mainkie.
We were so excited to have Grammy Pammy with us for a week.
The girls and I went to Toby and Shelley's house to meet Molly. The girls, Abby especially, were completely enamored with the little angel.
My dad went with us and graciously offered to watch all the kids so Shelley and I could go out. Knowing that they were in the best of care, I had no second thoughts until we got home. Scrolling through the camera, I saw a picture of my dad sitting on the couch, reading a book. Following that were about 25 nonsense pictures the girls had taken, including this one of Hannah's buns.
On Christmas Eve, snow began to fall. It covered the ground through Christmas. Our first white Christmas!
For at least a month, Mike kept commenting, "I hope it snows so I can bean someone with a snowball!" He repeated it so often, always inserting someone's name, that Hannah and Abby started saying it. When the snow finally fell, the three of them ran out and began gently tossing snowballs at one another. A little while later, I went out to join in the fun. Snowballs were gently lobbed on my back while I gathered enough snow for my own. I packed up my snowball in excitement, and whirled around quickly towards Mike. The snowball flew at him, hitting him square in the face. It would have been a great shot if I had meant to do it!
Abby's birthday present to her mom.
The only meltdown on Christmas morning involved the pig. We had bought each of the girls a large stuffed animal and hid it under their beds. There was a gift bag for each of them under the tree that included a message, "Look under your bed."
Hannah opened her bag first, and they both raced off to Hannah's room. When they pulled the pig out from its hiding place, Abby immediately cried, "I want one, too!"
We encouraged her to go find another gift under the tree, but the next one she opened, although a lovely one from her grandparents, was not a large pig. Sobbing, she ran to her room.
When we finally calmed her down, I asked her where Hannah had found her pig. "Under the bed," she choked out. I told her that maybe she should look under her bed, also. Her horse awaited, and the world was right again. (Notice how happy she looks here.)
Abby got a scooter, and Hannah received a tricycle. It was too cold for them to go outside, so we moved the cars out of the garage, and Abby rode both gifts around in there. Hannah was too cold to even do that.
I had a dream of a beautiful Christmas morning picture; the two of them on their new items. They would be posing perfectly and looking oh-so-happy. This is the picture that I got, instead.
Still in search of that perfect Christmas picture. . . .
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
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