On the first day of Christmas, Nana gave to me (us), a kitchen that’s perfect for three.
On the second day of Christmas, Grammie gave to me (us) two tables with chairs…
..and our kitchen that’s perfect for three.
In the interest of time (mine and yours), I’ll skip to the end and work backwards.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my family gave to me…
Twelve carolers caroling
Eleven juicy gumdrops
Ten molars piercing
Nine Christmas cookies
Eight planes and ‘copters
Seven hours opening presents*
Round 1: Stockings
Round Two: Under the Tree
Round Three (post-nap): Things that didn’t fit under the tree/things we were too cranky/tired/hungry to open before lunch.
Round Four: Ready for bed and we still had presents left to open
* The seven hours is legit, but it includes nine adults opening presents during naptime and a half an hour or so of presents at Baba’s on Christmas Eve.
Six(teen) hundred feet climbed
Five forehead stitches!
- with Nana and Grumples
- with Baba and her crew
- with (great) Grandma and her crew
- with Grammie, Nonno and the Strumolo aunts and uncles
Three mini scooters
Two tables with chairs
…and a kitchen that’s perfect for three.
Phew. What a day (week? two weeks?)! Christmas is hands-down my favorite holiday, but it is made triply more enjoyable by the presence of these three kiddos. I can’t wait until next year!