Now Christmas Eve might have been easy but mid-night Christmas was HARD! Sam and I went to bed at about 11:30 PM because we knew it was going to be an early morning...we had no idea how early it was going to be!!
At about 3:30 AM I hear Ethan whispering to Ian, "Hey, Ian, I think its time to go downstairs. Wake up, lets go." Sam and I both spring out of bed and stop them. Sam sets their clock so the know exactly what time it is. They go back to bed. We go back to bed...or atleast try to. I couldn't go back to sleep right away, finally I drifted off. And wake to "Ian, lets go downstairs." I look over at the clock it is now 5:30 AM (We told the boys that they couldn't go downstairs without us and they couldn't wake us up until 6:0o AM.) Again we jump out of bed and this time we let them come in our room and lay on the couch and watch tv. Again, we tried to go back to sleep, but that didn't happen. At about 6:15 AM (I can't remember if the twins woke up Grant or if he just woke up) Grant came in our room. And finally at 6:30 after much begging and pleading, we let them wake up Regan so we could all go down and open presents.
Waiting on Santa is soooo hard!! Especially with 4 boys! The twins announced to us on Christmas Eve that they were going to bed at 8:30 PM that way Santa would have plenty of time to get there. And let me tell you, they were ALL in bed by 8:30 PM! No complaints, no nothing! And they didn't play in bed, talk to each other, they actually went to sleep! WOW I wish Christmas Eve was every night in my house!!!
Every year, ok well for the past two years that we have lived here, Santa has come by on the fire truck. Grant asks me atleast once a week ,"When is Ho Ho coming on the fire truck." He's been asking since June! So he finally came. We had just gotten home from the grocery store and I thought we had missed him down our street. We watched him go down all the streets behind us and then he came down our street. YAY we didn't miss him! Poor Regan was sick (we had just found out he had pneumonia) but he was so excited Ho Ho was coming, so I tried to bundle him up as best I could and across the street we went. Oh and did I mention it was FREEZING outside! So cold that as soon as Santa passed our house, he jumped in the fire truck so he could warm up!!! And we ran in the house as fast as we could too. In case you didn't figure it out Ho Ho is what Grant has always called Santa and Regan has picked it up now and that is also what he calls Santa.
Regan was playing in his playroom one day. Of course I hear the usually pulling down all the toys and dumping them. After a few minutes I went in there to check on him and this is where I found him....