First Christdreamas

This post is a bit late… but that’s okay.  We could all use a bit more Christmas, right?

Baby’s first Christmas was perfect.  He got way too many gifts, was totally overwhelmed and single-handedly entertained seven adults.  Here are the highlights…

We kicked off the celebration of Jesus’ birthday with a candlelight service at our home church on Christmas Eve:

That was followed by dinner at our house.  On the menu, Mr. Dreamer’s mom’s famous lasagna and pureed sweet potatoes.  (Not together, hopefully that was obvious.)  Around our table – the three Dream Dwellers (the Dream Bulldog was under-highchair), both sets of grandparents and my grandfather – four generations around one table.  Bliss.

In my family (Mrs. Dreamer), we traditionally open one present on Christmas Eve.  It’s always Christmas PJ’s.  My mom sweetly asked if she could carry on the tradition, so Kenton got to “open” one present on Christmas Eve:

Candy-striped PJ’s with a reindeer on the baby-booty.  PERFECTION.

The next morning, everyone came back to The Dream.  While the main attraction was taking his morning nap, we indulged in some of this loveliness:

Homemade cinnamon rolls by yours truly.  Recipe from my pal Leslie over at Her View From Home.  They require instant mashed potatoes.  True story.  Random, but they are SO GOOD.  We just found a new Christmas AM tradition for The Dream.  Alongside mimosas.  YUMMY.

After the young sir decided to awaken, he donned a Santa suit… much to the delight of the grandparents and great-grandparent.

Then he tried his hand at this fascinating concept called “presents:”

The Melissa & Doug train from Santa was a hit, but so was the paper. Whatever.

The adults in the room also had a lot of presents to open.

Too many.

Everyone was far too generous.  Including Mr. Dreamer.

BEST. PRESENT. EVER.

MacBook Pro. Completely loaded with PhotoShop, Final Cut Pro, DreamWeaver… I could go on.  It is AWE.SOME.AAWWWE.SOMMME. Happy wife.

I got him spandex.  True story.

He’s a cyclist.  A sexy cyclist.

Those are the highlights.  There were many other gifts.  Too many.  I think I already said that.  There was also a Dirt Devil, which has made me so happy and would have been Gift #1 if not for the Mac, but the MacMacMac will be Gift #1 for a long time.

After the Christmas-morning-face-stuffing-present-unwrapping-fun, we headed up to my parent’s house for more gifts (seriously?!) and more food (shoot me now) and more baby-gazing (okay):

The K-man’s stocking also made it’s debut:

The stockings are a tradition from Mr. Dreamer’s side.  We all have the same one.  We got Kenton’s as a gift last Christmas, but the name was blank since he was still baking and we didn’t know if he was a he or maybe a she – and either way what he/she’s name would be.  So, it was super special to have the stocking hung this year with his name boldly displayed.

It was a FANTASTIC Christmas.  One for the record books.  And, in our family, it already is – Baby’s First Christmas.  They’ll never be another.