On Christmas Eve, we made the five-minute trek over to my in-laws’ house for some tourtière (meat pie) and gravy – one of the best perks of my new French Canadian heritage. Erin’s younger cousins kept Henry entertained the whole time. I wonder if we could hire them full time?
Our little elf got into our bed around 3 (this is a new habit we need to work on breaking…) and woke up around 6:30. He opened his stocking in bed, and we finally convinced him to stop covering himself in stickers and come out to the living room.
Henry only had eyes for his train set for at least half an hour, but when he was ready to take a break, he meticulously opened one present at a time. He insisted that each toy be taken out of it’s packaging so he could fully inspect it. Needless to say, the rest of us were starving before Henry was halfway through his gifts. We took a break while my mom, brother, and I prepared the Jochems’ traditional eggs benedict.
And, that’s a wrap!