This evening is Christmas Eve, and you two babies are snug in your bed...I don't know what dreams are dancing in your heads. But they are surely sweet dreams because we had such a good night.
It started at the Stephens' family Christmas party where we saw Grammi the Great, along with many of your aunts, uncles, and cousins. We left and went straight to church for the 8:00 Christmas Eve service. You and Liam sat with us, Aunt Shelby, Uncle Clay, and Grammy in big church and I was so proud of you both. You are such good babies. Both of you stayed awake and just listened quietly--neither made so much as a peep! That is until a very quiet moment, right as we were instructed to drink for the Lord's Supper. Liam chose that moment to let loose a long, wet, stinky toot that turned heads. Grammy and Aunt Shelby burst out laughing, Uncle Clayton started choking on his "wine", and I had to concentrate on not spewing mine out with laughter.
When we came home it was time to put on our Christmas jammies and set out treats for Santa. I forgot to make cookies until it was too late, but it is ok, because I happen to know that Santa loves chocolate. I am positive he will love the peanut M&M's, Snickers, and Baby Ruth you gave him. And of course, 9 pieces of celery--one for each of the reindeer. Then it was off to bed. Tomorrow will be full of more family and fun, so Daddy and I are right behind you. Love you Sweetness.