It was a happy Christmas morning at the Graf home!
We got a late start on Christmas morning, coming down the stairs at 6 a.m. instead of the usual 5. If not for our quick hands, Christmas could have been ruined! (Because, as we all know, if the sun rises before all presents are opened, then all is lost.) It's tradition to have a sleepover with all my siblings in one room on Christmas Eve, but we opted out this year due to Jake's nighttime feeding. Instead, we set the alarm for 5:30 to get our little guy prepped for his first Christmas morning. After a quality stretching session, he was ready to party!
The boys squealed and quickly tracked down their gifts from Santa.
We always go youngest-to-oldest, one present at a time, but we gave them a pass and let Jakey go fourth.
A few favorite presents of the day were basketball gear for Matthew (natch), a funny "Ki-KEN" doll from Heidi for Christian (we all call him Kiken, if you haven't noticed), lots of pretty shirts for my sisters (lucky ladies), a sweet blanket from Nicole to Jordan (like the one I made for Matt back in the day ... before I started blogging), a grandbaby for my Mom (she always loves those), and a new bedroom TV for my Dad (you should see his old one. It's a 13" box circa 1998).
I gave Matt a freshly-installed fancy auxillary jack for his car (so that's why I didn't let him ride to Salt Lake with me and Jake the night before). Then I really knocked his socks off with the pair of Coldplay tickets I scored (those things are impossible to get a hold of. Seriously). This led to me scoring plenty of kisses and the boots I've been stalking for no less than four years (they finally went on sale!). Matt also got me the cutest pair of tall pajamas (speaking of things that are impossible to find...).
Tired of the parenthesis yet? Me too. My happiest memory of the morning was giving my mom a book that chronicled our epic family Florida trip. I sleep-deprived myself over that thing throughout the month of December, working on it until early hours of the morning while Jake slept. (I don't like to be on the computer when Jake's awake.) (Oops, that was another parenthesis.) Needless to say, I was relieved that she loved it -- and Matt was relieved that I finished it.
After a quick nap, Jake was bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and ready for round two of adoration and spoil-ation.
It was a merry first Christmas, indeed.