Jim ended up running out with Ron and Lynn after they got here on Thursday, so Finn and I got to avoid all the crazies that were out! Then for the rest of the night, Finn "conned" grandpa and Memere into reading to him endlessly. So glad it was them and not me. I mean, I LOVE that Finn loves books, but you can only read the same books so many times in one day (right now, I have a two times per day per book rule!).
Friday, the five of us went to Christmas Eve mass, which was beautiful and the church was lovely. But, yet again, Finn was TERRIBLE in church. We just don't know what to do with him any more. We now consider him to be "good" when he isn't screaming, which is a pretty low bar to jump over, if you ask me (or Jim for that matter). Oh, well. After church NeNe and Les came over and we opened gifts. If I didn't know better, I would think Elmo threw up in our house! Of course Finn loved it and actually could unwrap his own gifts this year for the most part anyway. Then we ate dinner and Finn almost fell asleep at the table!
Before going to bed, Finn and daddy put out milk and cookies for Santa. I don't think Finn "got" it, but on Christmas morning, the milk and cookies were gone and Finn had to think about that one (and finish the rest of the cookie that Santa didn't eat). Then we opened stockings and had a nice, quiet family morning/afternoon with just the three of us. My family came over around 4pm and holy presents! Finn got a little overwhelmed and eventually I just had to have him open all of his presents at once (we usually go one present per person at a time).
Yesterday, I went to church by myself...no sense in trying to deal with Finn at church twice in one week. And then we watched football (even though the Vikings game was postponed until tomorrow!) and had an easy day. We were able to Skype with Nana and Papa (and Dave!) in Washington state for about 10 minutes in the early evening...that was about all Finn could last. Uncle John and aunt Kelsie came over in the evening for dinner and to open gifts. They were supposed to watch the Vikings game with us, but obviously didn't.
Like I said before, this Christmas was just magical. It is so much fun to pass on your traditions to your children and watch them as they look with wonder and fascination at all the festivities and fun. It is like being a child yourself again.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.