On Christmas Eve, as long as my children can remember, we have gone to Steve's sister, Connie's house. She has finger foods (the meatballs and Little Smoky sausages are favorites) and chocolate fondue and loads of other yummy things to eat. There is singing around the piano, one of those
fancy digital pianos that can change your voice, so singing
The Grinch is always fun. Connie always reads
The Cajun Night Before Christmas, complete with fake Cajun accent. Then the kids get their gifts from Connie and Greg.
When we come home, our own little tradition starts. We get to open ONE gift each. And, surprise, it's always new pajamas. I know many families have this tradition, but it's one I didn't have growing up as a child. My bestest friend, Joy, always got pajamas on Christmas Eve and I thought that was the very neatest thing. So when I was pregnant with Joshua, I started the Christmas Eve Pajama Tradition.
This year, while Steve and I were shopping, I told him I needed to get the kids' pajamas. He said, "Look, I need to tell you that the only one who really likes this tradition is YOU. No one else wants pajamas on Christmas Eve."
First, I was shocked. But I didn't quite believe him. The kids always will mention the Pajama Gifts, starting way before December. It is also tradition for me to deny to the very opening of the boxes that I got them pajamas. And the MINUTE we got home from shopping, Morgan asked, "Did you get our Christmas Eve pajamas?" I told her that her Daddy said no one liked the Christmas Eve pajama tradition. Her mouth fell open and she turned on her heel to go find Steve. :^) I guess someone does like Christmas pajamas after all!
So tonight when we got home from Connie's, the kids (and Steve) opened their Christmas pajamas. The second part of this tradition entails pictures IN our new Christmas pajamas in front of the tree. We have no tree this year, and I didn't get Christmas pajamas because Steve's been working every single day for months, but we did take pictures.

No one was cooperating with me and the dogs were attacking Steve in his Grinch pajamas. Hmm....work with me, people.

You guys are getting there, but not quite. Joshua, quit making weird faces. Stewart, stop touching Morgan's face. POODLES, leave Daddy alone!

You're not listening!

Cute one! I unfortunately had to crop out Grinch Daddy. He was being eaten by a Poodle.

Aww....Brooke and Delilah are being so sweet! Merry Christmas, everyone!