Ignore my last post. My poor boy was fatigued and oversugared, and I think he needed Momma's attention. I didn't react right. We're better now. I quit telling him to potty, and he is taking care of business all on his own. Just like I taught him.
We've worked out a system of celebrating the holidays that seems to work for everyone. Kelsey had her Christmas celebrations with her mom's family when they planned them. Not that I think they puposely planned them around our events, but this year it worked out fantastic. Which is good, because Christmas time for a kid with two separate family trees is difficult to say the least. She handled it all very well this year, so A+ for her. Our girl is growing up.
We spent Christmas Eve with Chris's dad and stepmom, and his sisters and brothers-in-law. Sweet new baby to cuddle, my chicken 'n' dumplins to devour, and lots of laughs.
I forgot to mention that I am hosting The Flat Princess - Thanks Mom! She was a big help with the chicken 'n' dumplins, but she was a little light handed with the pepper. Just sayin'.
Alyssa reading to Zachary
Precious little bundle
The tree with decorations on the top third.
Gracie playing with her magnetic paper dolls.
Zachary building his stuff - definitely the Christmas morning winner!
In my stocking
Zachary is so proud of himself for putting this puzzle together!
My dinner was delicious - BBQ spice rub on a boneless turkey breast - totally the way to do turkey. It was incredibly tender and juicy. Of course there was mashed potatoes, gravy, macaroni and cheese, broccoli salad, deviled eggs, rolls, corn on the cob, a perfect butterscotch pie (no recipe to share there - sorry - you'll just have to come and visit if you want to taste it), and a burnt apple pie. Which I was totally fine with cutting off the burnt crust edges.
The fun isn't over - we're doing Christmas at Mom's tomorrow night. I'm super excited about it, and I hope I stop eating long enough to take pictures.
Also I hope I can manage to score a cheeseball somewhere on the way up because otherwise this will be the second cheeseball disappointed Christmas in a row.
Maybe that will be in my stocking next year.