The house was pretty crowded, but I loved it. Christmas morning everybody was awake by around 9am. We've never really been the kind of family who gets up at the crack of dawn on Christmas morning. My siblings and I have never been morning people, which is funny because for the past few years we've all had jobs which required us to wake up around the crack of dawn so I think that's what you call irony?
Anyway, the family that was at my parents' house grazed on some breakfast (mostly coffee) and watched some Hallmark movie - I think it was called "The 9 Lives of Christmas" but I'm not sure - and then we opened some gifts around 1pm. Since Baby Kate wasn't there we got our entertainment by watching my sister's chiweenie run around like a maniac attacking her new toy and trying to get the squeaker out. I think that dog's mantra is something like, "If it squeaks, it dies."
THEN we went to lunch. I used to think it was just so wrong to not eat a home-cooked meal on Christmas, but we've been going to Madonna Inn for several years and I really love that tradition. Plus, there just isn't enough time in the day to do all we need to do and cook a big meal, so Madonna Inn it is. (Google the Madonna Inn. It's even on Buzzfeed. Oh and definitely google "Madonna Inn men's bathroom.")
This Christmas was wonderful and also kind of bittersweet. I sat next to my Grandma at dinner and I kept almost tearing up because there's a very high likelihood that this Christmas was her last. I know, morbid, right? But that's pretty much all I was thinking during dinner.
Baby Kate really was the star of the show, and everybody wanted to carry her around and let her see and feel all of the decorations. At one point she was carrying around a roll and just sucking on it and I kept cracking up at her. She was constantly pointing at things and saying, "Wooooooooow," and everybody commented on how adorable she is.
After dinner we went to my Grandma's house for dessert and more gifts, and really there's nothing else to say except that all the attention was on Baby Kate.
You guys, she can walk in high heels already!! She's obsessed with shoes. My aunt gave her some red sparkly shoes, and my sister said, "Katelynne, let's put your shoes on!" and she raised her little feet in the air all ready for the shoes. Kill me with the cuteness, kid.
The next day some of us went bowling. My 85-year old grandpa is in a bowling league and we've always wanted to bowl with him, and we finally got to! It was a blast, but I broke three nails. I also had forgotten socks and this was like, the one bowling alley that didn't have a sock vending machine, so I had to wear paper towels in my shoes. It was disgusting and I wanted to chop my feet off.
My aunt taught my mom how to play pool .I never thought I would see my mother holding a pool stick (or is it a cue stick? Isn't the cue the white ball?) so I guess you could call this a Christmas miracle or something.
The rest of the day was kind of awful. My aunt used to have two cats, and in November she unexpectedly had to put one of them down. The day after Christmas her other cat (who had been sick for about two years but still had pretty good quality of life) had another stroke and she had to be put down also. I went with my aunt because nobody should have to go through that alone. It was the saddest thing I've ever seen, but the vet we went to was extremely kind and sensitive so all things considered, it was pretty pleasant. Sad, but not as awful as it could have been.
On Saturday I met Keith in Morro Bay for another Christmas celebration. We ate and did a white elephant gift exchange. The cutest part of the day was when I peeked into a bedroom and found Keith bonding with the kids and watching them play Minecraft or something. Clearly he hated every minute of it.
The gift exchange was really fun. Keith exchanged the bedazzled toilet plunger he originally opened for a bathroom set that had toilet paper, sudoku, a candle, and other bathroom necessities in it, and I came away with like 4 peoples' gifts because I kept asking people for their stuff. Mostly mugs, because I love mugs. Like LOVE mugs.
And then his aunt took this picture where neither of us look demonic AT ALL.