That's how Charlie sent us out of his room after we tucked him in tonight. He's a little excited. Fortunately, I'll already be up feeding James when he's up rattling the baby gate at 5:30.
Back when I had two kids I bought adorable matching plaid flannel shirts for the three kids we would be taking to Christmas Eve church. I was quite proud of myself for being so prepared and even blabbed all over Facebook about how adorable they were going to look.
Then reality hit and today found Ryan and me leaving the kids strapped into the van in the garage (engine off) after a bilirubin recheck appointment for James that ran longer than expected and a last minute Target run (when we realized the kids would probably wonder why Santa didn't leave anything for James) while we frantically (five minutes, at the most) changed into nice-ish clothes for my aunt and uncle's annual Polish Christmas Eve supper, which was beginning in twenty minutes at a house thirty minutes away.
Instead of changing the kids into their Christmas outfits we grabbed three Christmassy looking sweaters out of Charlie's closet that they could throw on with the jeans they were already wearing and changed them in the car in front of my aunt and uncle's house. We had a lovely time at dinner and then went straight to church with James back in his pajamas after a diaper accident and a large borscht stain on Charlie's pants. Also, the big boys' jeans were soaking wet from mid-calf down because they couldn't resist jumping in a giant puddle on the way up the sidewalk. Special memories!
At the kids' service the kids get to choose a part in the Christmas pageant and go participate when their character is up. These two wanted to be shepherds.
We got James a shepherd hat too, but he had other plans. Namely, nursing in the cry room for forty minutes (He's asleep here, not nursing. We have yet to make that a beautiful, natural-looking experience, so no pictures.).
Then we let Charlie handle fire.
And then we went home for some traditional frozen pizza and baking of cookies for Santa. Charlie thoughtfully wrapped the cookies in foil and left his note nearby for Santa's perusal.
Wes was too mad about not eating the cookies to have much fun during this part of the evening, but I think a good night's sleep will help.
Now it's magical Santa time for Ryan and feeding time for me. And hopefully we will all get some sleeping time tonight!