'Twas the night before Christmas...
...and at our house, we were getting all set up.
By about 7:30am,
I just couldn't stand it anymore.
So I woke Ian up.
YesIdid.
...We took about 8-9 hours to open presents.
That's not because we over-indulge our children...
...but because we love to play.
YES.WE.DO.
And it wouldn't be Christmas
without our breakfast of
Eggs Benedict.
And this year we had friends over for dinner.
So fun.
P.S. Christmas is not Christmas at our house
unless there are Christmas Crackers.*
While we were in Tennessee, Joe's sister, Shara,
took some great pictures of our family. More to come!
*Related story: On Dec. 30th, we were sitting in the gate area waiting to board our flight to Nashville to visit my in-laws...and I heard the following announced over the PA System: "Passenger Ian Jackson, Passenger Ian Jackson, please call Airport police immediately on a white courtesy phone." Ummmmmmmm. The conversation went like this:
Police: Airport Police
Me: This is Ian Jackson's mother.
Police: Oh. Ummmm hold on.
Me: {holding}
Police: Ma'am, who did you say you were?
Me: I'm Ian Jackson's mother.
Police: And how old is Ian Jackson, exactly?
Me: He's 4 1/2. {I added the half for Ian. He totally owns the half.}
Police: Well, ma'am, I guess we don't want to talk to him. Ma'am, Mr. Jackson's suitcase tested positive for explosives. Did you pack a package of Christmas Crackers in his suitcase?
Me: Yes. We're visiting his grandparents, and they're a Christmas tradition.
Police: Well, we have to destroy them. I'm sorry. We get a lot of those this time of year.
Me (to myself): I TOTALLY told Joe that the Christmas Crackers would get confiscated.
Me (out loud): I'm really sorry.
Police: It's no problem, Ma'am. Enjoy your flight.
It looks like you had a wonderful Christmas!
ReplyDeleteI think you should have had Ian call airport security. That could have been fun.
I always wondered what the white courtesy phone was for!
ReplyDeleteI just have to say that I am in love with Blake's chubby little feet. Well, all the chubbiness. Chubby babies make me melt.
ReplyDeleteAlso, what a Merry Christmas!
That might be my very favorite airport police story ever.
ReplyDeleteWonderful Jen, just wonderful, I read the airport excitement to Papa and he loved it !!! XX Gram
ReplyDeleteI love the airport story! I would also like you to know that Makenna was just planning a tea party and asked me to help her make a place card with Hayli's initials "just like Sister Jackson did".
ReplyDelete1. Beautiful family! :)
ReplyDelete2. I love-love-love that you take all day to open & play with presents. Time constraints did not allow for us this year, but I want to copy this tradition!
3. Your tree is BEAUTIFUL. I love the handmade ornaments!!
4. Your eggs benedict breakfast & fany dinner look A-MAZING
5. Of course nothing beats the crackers-confiscated-airport story (and especially that they were in IANS bag). Hilarious!!
6. WE HAD SO MUCH FUN IN TN w/you!! We burned the CDs of pics & movies--hopefully Dad will put them in the mail next week? :)
MR. Jackson's suitcase... classic. One of Maya's juicy juice bottles had a "threat detected" on the way home from GA. The bomb guy had to inspect it and rerun it. It was fine of course, and not destroyed. Sorry the crackers were.
ReplyDeleteThanks for trying to bring the crackers...! that is a GREAT STORY!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what is funnier, Ian being paged at the airport because of explosives, or the "enjoy your flight..."
ReplyDeleteClassic.
LOVE IT. How WONDERFUL that you got to spend Christmas at home this year with your little family and take things at such a nice pace. I confess that I kind of wanted to be there in the room with you. It looked so...lovely.
It's been way too long since I've read your blog. Or chatted with you at all, I guess. These pictures are so great and that story. . . well, I'm glad you have it written down. That will be a great 2 truths and a lie game line for Ian someday: I packed explosives on an airplane. hahaha!
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