Elliot obviously didn't quite get it, but he loved our tree (well, he cried hysterically while we transported it home on the car roof, but once it was inside he enjoyed it), was remarkably well behaved about not pulling off ornaments or playing with the wrapped gifts under the tree, and was OBSESSED with our Elf on a Shelf. Any time he was upset about something all you had to do was ask "Elliot, where is Whizby today?" The tears would instantly stop and he would run to point out Whizby's new location (I am very sad Whizby had to return to the North Pole today!)
Christmas Eve we did our usually cookie decorating:
And new PJ opening:
Along with the boys opening their gifts from each other (Elliot "picked out" a Lego Star Wars thing for Henry, and Henry selected a train/construction vehicle set for Elliot):
Milk and cookies were left for Santa:
And after everyone was asleep Santa arrived:
It was a Christmas miracle in the morning when our early bird Elliot slept until 6:30 (!). We got him and went to wake Henry, who was sitting wide awake in bed. As we all walked out to see what Santa brought Henry was TOTALLY busted when he yelled out "Elliot, lets go look at the bus Santa brought you!" Ha! He had snuck out in the middle of the night to see what Santa had brought. Seeing as how I did the same thing nearly every Christmas of my youth, I couldn't fault him :)
The day was spent all in our PJs, eating various baked goods, and playing with new toys. Henry spent literally the ENTIRE DAY building all of his new Lego sets. We could barely get him to stop for lunch.
Happy Holidays to everyone!
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