Day Two . . .

After we took Mom home in a terrible fog last night (I'm talkin' white-knuckle driving), we quickly went to bed in anticipation of an early morning. I couldn't get to sleep until well after midnight. When we left it was agreed that the kids could get up at 6 o'clock to see if Santa had come—providing the coffee was ready (keeping up with a four-generation-tradition). Then we would all exchange our gifts after our arrival. Needless to say we didn't want to miss out on anything . . . so we got up at the ungodly hour of 4:45 this morning, had our cappucino to get the caffeine going through our bodies hoping to wake up, got dressed, and headed up to greet the kids. We pulled into their driveway at 6 a.m. sharp! They were so unbelievably surprised to see us, and their adrenaline was already pumping—filling them with extraordinary excitement. Here are a few pictures of our morning for you to enjoy.

Note from Santa left on the kitchen counter.

The discovery stage . . .

The much-desired ipod!

The tidy mess of tissue, boxes, and opened gifts

Is there anything with MY name on it?

In eager anticipation of the blueberry muffins baking in the convection oven . . . a new appliance with which to get acquainted.

The fog burned off—welcoming a chilling however beautiful Christmas morning.

Life is Good!