Christmas Morning

Christmas Eve as we were wrapping presents and such, Matt said, "I do have something for Laura's stocking." He had gotten me an iPhone 4 (Kaboom! It was the goal of his last minute trip to the mall), so he inherited my old iphone, and Laura stood to inherit his very basic phone. Trickle down phone economics. He had set it up for her as a pay-as-you-go phone, but with unlimited texting. She has twenty bucks worth of talking and then she can spend her own money on it.  He told her it would be for emergencies and to talk to family and her few friends with phones. It is fair to say that she was absolutely beside herself.

She and I were both surprised, because she's asked for a phone before and I told her that was something for the indefinite future.  It was very fun to see how much pleasure it gave her, and we have done a fair amount of texting between floors of the house. She texted me to say goodnight on Christmas night.

And Hank was not left out.

And Santa saw fit to bring these children a trampoline.  He left it covered with a Christmas tablecloth because trying to get the crap Target wrapping paper (premium my ass!) to cover those boxes was not something that Santa could do.  But when Laura uncovered the boxes and saw what they were, she busted out into an impromptu dance.

More pics of Christmas morning are here, in case you didn't see enough of this scene at your own house.  Then, THEN, it snowed Christmas day, and we stayed put and watched it fall.  It was a beautiful time and Laura opined that it was the best Christmas ever.

I hope yours was too.

Oh, so Matt got me the new iphone and also a sewing machine that I'd had in my cart on Amazon for a long time.  Then he remarked that the sewing machine was the gift for the person I wanted to be and the phone was the gift for the person I actually am.  Zing!  See if I sew HIM a new suit of playclothes from the curtains.