Christmas Eve we took a fantastically smooth flight from SLC to PHL. It was like all of the bad karma from last year's travels combusted itself into perfection. It was a Delta miracle. Audrey and I even got our own row! I would also like to mention that we, wanting to save the $150, carried on all of our luggage (three rolling suitcases, two rolling backpacks, two regular backpacks, and a stroller). And all of our children. I am pretty proud.
Once we arrived at Nan and Pop's and our bellies were full of cheesesteaks, the kids set about making cookies for Santa:
This was really important to Amos, and he was super diligent about it. Mags was just along for the ride.
After the cookies and milk were set out, the kids were really good about going to bed. They seemed to actually understand that the sooner they went to bed, the sooner it would be morning. They played a little bit, and when Eric went to break it up, he caught them looking out the window. Presumably for Santa.
|Don't tell Amos, but Audrey totally ate Santa's cookies.|
Amos was up at 6:30 est on Christmas morning, which is 4:30 our time! He was SO good and played with Pop while he waited for the girls to wake up. We finally let him wake up Maggie a little before 8 a.m. She was dazed and confused to say the least.
Audrey was also pretty dazed and confused:
At one point, she just crashed out in the middle of Christmas:
From there on out, it was a Christmas frenzy. The kids were so excited about all of their presents. I was really proud about how gracious they were. I worried that they would be little brats, but not at all. It's amazing how they've managed to become better people than us already.
Santa was way too generous and we definitely won't be carrying on all of our luggage on the way home...