Round three had me up at 6:30, baking sausage balls and pigs in a blanket, starting the coffee pot and getting our video camera set up. We told Ella the night before that when she woke up, she should call us to come and get her. I was so worried she would be distracted by the presents and we would sleep through her excitement.
While I was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, I had the dishwasher running and must not have heard her yell for us. All of a sudden I heard a few guttural screams and made my way to her room. When I opened her door, she was visibly irritated and wanted to know if Santa came or not. When I told her yes she said, “Then lets open presents!”
We woke SD up and all ran into the living room to see what the big guy brought. Beemer was beside herself because she got a new bed, collar and a stocking full of treats. Ella couldn’t stop yelling “Bitty, Bitty, Bitty!” at the top of her lungs when she saw her new bitty baby. Josh and I were just laughing because they were both running around in circles.
Ella got more toys and paraphernalia than any child should and she could not have been happier. Ask her what the best part of Christmas was and she’ll say “Bitty”. She couldn’t believe that Santa got it right. She also got a t-ball stand, dresses, pajamas, a Fisher Price digital camera, Candy Land and a pink stroller for her baby.
We were so excited by our Christmas goodies that we failed to notice the dog was missing. Josh was perplexed when he went to fix his breakfast and there were about 12 items left in the bowl that once housed 60. That’s right, Beemer ate our entire breakfast and I got to cook it all over again. It was Christmas, so instead of spanking her we just through her outside with a bone!
Once our second breakfast was done, we piled on the couch with a bowl full of yummies and watched The Christmas Story until our grandparents all came by to check out the loot. We had a wonderful morning celebrating together, but there was more to come. We showered, donned our new duds and headed off to Garan & Poppy’s for mass hysteria, or what you might call Christmas lunch! Join us tomorrow for round four.
