Christmas.....
Poor Owen almost didn't make it through Christmas Eve....and I'm not sure whether it would have been death from extreme anxiety/excitement or me killing him. Either one was a possibility. He did his best to plan everything out....gave me strict instructions on where to place my clothes for the morning...so it wouldn't take me long to come downstairs. He had Ernie prepare the coffee for the next morning ahead of time and for some reason left his glasses placed under the Christmas tree.
I heard him get up about 2:30....he came and stood in our doorway. Our floors creak tremendously so if he just shifts his weight back and forth the creaks usually wake us up. We knew better and kept our eyes shut and didn't move. He went back to bed but showed up again around 3:00 asking if I could teach him how to fall asleep. I grunted and told him to crawl in with us for a little while. He eventually drifted off but I found myself rather claustrophobic and with no pillows for my head so around 4:00 I told him he had to go back to bed AND that he couldn't get up until AFTER 5:00.
5:01 a.m.
Ernie and I have come down with rotten colds....so Christmas Day was quiet. I didn't even do the formal dinner we had planned....made a much simpler version and we ate as we curled up on the couch and watched Atomic Train. Nothing says Christmas like runaway trains with nuclear weapons on them. Actually, nothing says Christmas like being with my boys, spats and irritations and hugs and kisses and gifts all combined....
Merry Christmas to all.