Christmas morning Owen came and woke us up promptly at 7 am (that's his time that he can get out of bed), but I wonder how long he was awake and waiting in there. He went to the bathroom and then we could hear rustling downstairs. We go to the top of our stairs and look down at the tree and see Owen, wearing his Santa hat and pushing a large, heavy present with all his might (looked like when you're pushing a car out of the snow) towards the living room. Mike and I were giggling, and watching him look at the presents for his name on them.
The kids opened presents from Santa and then our family started to arrive. This year both my step-sister from SC and my brother from AZ were able to be here for Christmas, something that hasn't happened in years.
Uncle Jay-Jay showed up first at 7:45.
Then Nani and Pop-Pop...
Auntie Ju-Ju
And finally Uncle Pete came up from the basement:
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