In what seems to be turning into a Howington family tradition, I was up at 7 a.m. ready to party. I was alone. Ben wasn't even interested in getting up. Why do they pick the one day of the year when it's totally justified to be up at the butt crack of dawn to sleep in?
I took it upon myself to make some muffins (hold your applause, it was a Betty Crocker box) to kill some time. When the muffins were done and still no peep from upstairs, I went into the kids room and stared at Lila until she woke up.
Yeah, it may have freaked her out a bit, but I was tired of waiting.
"Oh, super, you're awake. Let's open some presents"
He seemed happy with his lot
The girl likes clothes
After our Christmas at home, we took the party over to Grandma's and there was more fun to be had and more presents to open.
Haircut or no? I'm undecided
It was a Merry Christmas indeed. Next year, we will be outnumbered...