Our first Christmas with the fams was wonderful! We scurried over to my Momma and Daddy's just as soon as we could dig ourselves out of the driveway, load up the pups, and make it through the snow drifts. What a mess! There were cars piled in the middle of the lanes just stuck in the snow...I've never seen anything like it.
Once in the neighborhood, the tires spun...we slid around...and landed safely on the opposite side of my parents' street.
We parked.
Merry Christmas!
My three-year old neice, Z, had already opened her gifts from Santa and Mimi & Pawpaw so we asked her first thing what she got for Christmas.
-A bike and helmet with Tinkerbelle
-A pink kitchen
-A pink Kawasaki :D
She was adorably excited.
We gathered around the living room and started to pass out gifts that were piled under the tree. As tradition states, no gift unwrapping starts without a video camera present. Daddy started the tape and we watched Z tear open the rest of her gifts from us. We took turns and can you believe it? My little Laila puppy got her Mommy and Daddy a perfect brownie pan! We were so excited to get home and make some fresh brownies just like mom's.
After the excitement of gifts, we started to make some yummy Christmas lunch. The turkey was almost finished, fresh stuffing was ready to go, and I was making my famous green beans (not to mention the million and one side-dishes that compliment the turkey). Gramma, Pawpaw, and my aunt arrived shortly before lunchtime. We stuffed ourselves to the brim and enjoyed a delicious meal together.
Then...
We played Wii. Yes, WE played WII. My momma thought it would be a great thing for all of us to enjoy together, so she got my daddy a wii for Christmas. It took us a good 45minutes to make a mii for all 9 of us there.
We bowled...
We played baseball...
We rested...
We built a snowman...(isn't he cute?)
Then...
As we packed all of our wonderful things up into a large box, we ventured out to the truck. BAD IDEA. My mister-wonderful (being the concerned man he is) was carrying the majority of the Christmas goods and he told me to be careful and make sure I didn't slip on the ice.
Jenx.
Just about the time I opened my mouth, I slipped on a patch of ice on the concrete. The adorable new leopard-print lamp I was carrying just happened to be the perfect height and composite to send a metal lampbase through my mouth and into my front tooth. Ouch! My tongue hit the back of my tooth and I began to scream, "My toof!"
Mr. Compassionate ran towards me grabbing me from the ground and trying to calm me down. Again, the screaming continued. He held me as he looked into my mouth to see what I was pointing to.
"No...no...my toof! Fine my toof now, whhher ith it?"
He immediately called for my dad to come handle me while he searched in the dark...in the snow...for a very white tooth. Seriously, my Daddy was pulling me away on all fours carrying me into the house. I was hysterical.
My poor neice saw me crying my little eyes out like it was the end of the world. She sat next to me and said, "What happened? I'm sorry someone knocked down your snowman...what happened to your tooth!?"
Yes...that innocent mind thought I was down on the ground throwing a fit because some kids knocked down that good-lookin' snowman of ours. I love her.
To make a long story (an even longer evening without a tooth) shorter...we slept in my parents' living room until we could get to dentist the next day, post-Christmas/blizzard. The last thing I said after telling my prince goodnight was, "WHAT IF IT'S THE WRONG COLOR!?"
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