We went to Wilmington the weekend before Christmas, and from there, headed to Virginia to be with the Keenan side of the family by Christmas Eve. The drive from Wilmington to Northern Va wasn't bad at all, and we went straight to Tony's for some pasta and pizza before heading to NaniJay and Big Daddy's house. Christmas in Virginia was also wonderful- again, lots of spoiling for the children who received more clothes, fire engines, trucks, new rocking chairs, baby dolls, books, puzzles, and tons more. I'm fairly certain our children have no concept of Christmas giving- just another thing to work on this coming year :). With all of these new "things", we did take a few moments to put Carrington in the same dress I wore when I was 2 years old at Christmas. She was adorable! The "style" in the 80's was a MUCH shorter dress, and I kind of felt like Carrington was wearing a mini-skirt, but she was just way too cute for words, and I loved it.
My favorite Christmas tradition is Papa reading the Scripture on Christmas morning before we open any of our presents. As I get older, this is more and more precious to me, and I don't want to forget a single moment. He is passionate and eloquent, and even though the kids are over-stimulated and struggle to remain still and quiet, it's still such a peaceful moment when Papa pulls out his Bible.
And let's not forget one other Christmas tradition- the Christmas Jammies!!! We took a pretty awesome picture this year- I know you are jealous. :)
From that point on, we spent the remaining time in Virginia shopping and eating, and the kids played with all their new toys. Unfortunately, Carrington came down with a pretty nasty stomach bug the night before we left, and she threw up all morning. As we were putting her in the car, I sent up a quick prayer that she wouldn't barf all over the carseat on the way home (there is nothing on this earth worse than cleaning puke out of every nook and cranny in a carseat, and the stench of vomit in a closed up car). Luckily- she was barely even awake for the 6 hour drive back to Charlotte, and you better believe that the moment we pulled into the garage at our home, she started throwing up all over again. But at least we were home!!!! And bless Aunt Kristyn's heart, she totally handled being thrown up on without complalining even once. Now THAT is a good Aunt!