We had a rough Christmas Eve. Our anniversary is the day before, so after the kids went to bed Garrick and I went downstairs to watch movies together. We fell asleep watching the Hogfather. Trent was good enough to wake up and upon discovering that we were not in our room, searched for us. When he found us downstairs he proceeded to climb all over us and talk to us. When we didn't respond, he spent the rest of his time running around the house. We just didn't have it in us to even acknowledge him. We finally got up at three in the morning to go to bed and found the boy sitting in our bed eating food and watching tv.
I figure Trent came down and started harassing us at midnight. So he ran around the house for three hours. I could not function on Christmas Eve as a result. I had planned on doing special Christmas activities with the kids all day. By the time I got myself pulled together enough to do anything with them, it was evening. At least we had fun making the cookies. We did sprinkle magic dust outside of all of our doors and hang our stockings, but I didn't get the chance to take pictures of that.
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