This is our first Christmas "home" in 8 years. Our boys are at the most magical age for the season. They believe in it all, and it's So. Much. Fun.
Our nanny bought a little stuffed elf and told the boys he has a camera in his belly and he reports daily to Santa on their behavior. And then I gave her a raise.
But, seriously that elf has kept busy! All day long I discreetly move him around the house when they aren't looking. And every time their reaction when they realize he moved is awesome and priceless and will never get old. I love that they believe in it, without hesitation. There is no analyzing or questioning or doubting. It just is what it is in their little minds, and I love it.
For the first weekend of Christmas break we surprised the boys with the 2nd set of Star Wars movies. Let me just say our entire house has converted into a galactic scene of sci-fi violence interpreted by a 6 and 3 year old. I get to drink my coffee in peace, so it's a win-win. But, seriously, Rainer will find a pen lying on the counter and it suddenly becomes Darth Maul chasing a granola bar wrapper that is Chewbaca! What?! They can't get enough of it.
Last night we had a holiday party at our house, complete with homemade soups and chocolate and a rousing game of boys vs. girls charades. I look around the room, and I can't believe how lucky we are. It's like everywhere we go we find the best, most awesome people. And I don't know what we've done to deserve it, but we are thankful.
We have been building epic forts in the living room and going out for hot chocolate and making bird feeders with pine cones and peanut butter and visiting the history museum and the library and let me just say CHRISTMAS BREAK IS ON!!! This morning their nanny came so Mr. P and I could get some work hours in before our family holiday parties, and she came bearing gifts. REMOTE CARS!!! IT'S WHAT WE ALWAYS WANTED! exclaims Solomon, and all is right in their world.