What a Goober

We had a fun Christmas. Everyone enjoyed the time together, the boys got lots of toys, and they really seem to get what Christmas is all about.

I, on the other hand, am an ungraceful goober. If you can believe it, I actually had to go to the emergency room on Christmas. Setting up the cooker on the back porch to cook some greens, I decided tripping on the back steps and trying to rip my big toe off to be a little way to add excitement to the day. Everyone up at Centennial was great, they fixed me up and got us out the door in under 2 hours.

We made it back in time for Christmas lunch, for which a big thanks go out to Grandma and PaPa for taking over. They took on the boys and finished up our lunch. I think the kids were so wrapped up with all the new goodies they hardly noticed we left.

It was super fun, though. Santa brought Gray his first real bike. Tracy got a Rocky the Robot Truck and a Mickey's Magic Choo-Choo. Of course beyond Santa they made out with tons of other stuff... You know they also have a PaPa, which by any measure is at least as good as Santa. So with PaPa and Grandma and the stuff we got them they made out like bandits.

What really makes it fun is being with people you love. We got together and enjoyed each other's company and had a good day. Next weekend we do it again with more family, and that will be fun, too. Being able to enjoy every moment you can have together is really the best part of the holidays; may just be the best part of every day.