Christmas 2012, Part 3

We woke up Christmas Day and had breakfast together.  Sean found a recipe for a breakfast scrambler in the Farmer's Almanac (of all places), so I made it.  It was delicious.  Sam was the cutest thing.  He had woken up every 2 hours to eat, so we were all tired.  I'm not sure if he's having a growth spurt or what, but it was rough.  He woke up so happy, though.

We quickly got dressed and headed to my grandparents' house in Jackson.  It was so much fun.  We got there before the huge crowd arrived, and my mom and Paul had some time with Sam.  This was the first year in a long time that the whole family was there together.  I'm so thankful for that.  Sam was the center of attention, and he was such a champ getting passed around so much.  One thing is for sure...Sam is so loved.

David (left corner) surprised everyone.  He has been in the Peace Corps for three years, and he has been traveling abroad this fall.  He wasn't supposed to be back home until January.  It was so good to see him.

Sam finally crashed around 2:00.  My plan was for him to sleep in the car on the way to Jackson, but he only slept for 45 minutes.  There was so much commotion that he didn't want to take a nap while we were there.

These next two pictures make me laugh.  We have a program every year.  When I was little, Angela, Melinda, and I out on some sort of play.  Now, an adult is in charge, and we usually read scripture and sing Christmas carols.  This year, Susan was in charge.  She and my mom recited verses from the book of John.  Then, she had us sing "This is the Day."  Carolyn, Joni, and Hudson had signs telling the men and women when to sing, and when everyone was supposed to sing together.  It didn't go as planned, and we all ended up singing at different times.  Susan got up and took the signs from them, and then she held them up herself.  It was so funny.

Sam played with bells during the program.

Mom got Sam's hand print and foot print, too.  My zoom was messed up, and I cut it off, though.  She was excited.

Someone gave my grandfather a Chinese lantern, and we let it go in the backyard.  Later, someone read the directions, which said to always let it go over water and never in the rain.  We were hoping we didn't set anything on fire.