Well after Jefferson, that would be Ford’s first name,
stopped all his crying and went to sleep we got busy preparing for the next
morning. I honestly think I was just as
excited as Ford was. John Brantley would
have been excited too, if he knew what was in store for him the next
morning. Some of my best memories
growing up are being wild on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.
Ford's Santa pile
John Brantley's Santa pileBefore I went to bed I put black garbage bags, fancy, I know, over the doorway so that Ford wouldn't see his stash when he woke up. I got up at 5:15 on Christmas day to shower and put in all my hair products before everyone started stirring. I heard Ford’s feet hit the floor at 6:15. I immediately called Puddin and Pops to let them know it was time to head over. I don’t think Pops was expecting a call so early.
I wouldn't let Ford go into the living room so I stalled him
by going to wake up Daddy and then heading in to see Gran and BoomPa. After about 20 minutes Puddin and Pops
arrived and he got to go in…..
John Brantley knew this setup wasn't a normal everyday occurrence,
but he had no clue what to make of it at first.
He also loaded Ford up with a bunch of rockets, many of
which are toe breaking size. Should be
fun when I step on them!
Bitty thought he might want to inspect this helmet too!
After we opened gifts, ate breakfast, Bitty napped, and we
all got dressed we headed to Puddin and Pop’s house at 11:00 for Christmas over
there. Ford and John Brantley loaded up
on books this Christmas. Too bad Bitty
won’t sit still long enough for me to read one sentence to him. But Ford sure will!
Matching shirts!I think he’s plotting against me right here.
After we destroyed their house we headed home for more
naps. Christmas can wear a person out
you know. At 4:00 we went to Bobba’s
house. There was more eating, present
opening, and playing at her house too.
It was such a fun day and I cherish these special moments
with my immediate and extended family.