from the aftermath

Dec 26

Posted by: Rachel in: blog, caleb isaiah, christmas, clever toys, family, just another day in paradise, memories, ode to my canon rebel, parenting, photography

As a kid, my parents were always very organized people. Neither of them liked clutter. Of course I don’t remember when I was this age, but I can remember as a kid, just wanting to tear down the stairs and start ripping into presents, but I felt that it would be inappropriate. Like it was against the rules or something. We had to open things slowly and clean up as we went. After the first few gifts, Scott asked who wanted to be on cleanup duty. Nobody, I replied. I want it just like this. A sea of wrapping paper and tie wraps and boxes. It is only one day a year and it doesn’t take that long to clean up. I sat right on top of a pile of wrapping paper. When I called my parents later in the morning (like 10:30), we were still buried in wrapping paper and my mom said, “I have all of our wrapping paper folded flat and your dad is vacuuming.” I said, “Well we misplaced our living room floor. I know it has to be under here somewhere.”

It’s like Where’s Waldo, only I would never name my kid Waldo.

What I always wanted to do Christmas morning

Wubbzy says Wow, Wow!

He did NOT want to eat breakfast, there were entirely too many important things to be done than eating. We ate a late breakfast, so there was no lunch. At dinner he ate two and a half pancakes and two pieces of bacon!