After church and presents at my dad's house (where I failed to take any photos), the rest of our Christmas Eve looked a little like this...
Cole & Yans figuring out who was going to go upstairs to tell Courtney it was time to open up Christmas Eve presents.
And Cole went to fetch Courtney Lee.
And then we decided (as usual) that ladies would go first, starting with the youngest lady.
She got new jammies.
Next up was Courtney.
Low and behold, she got new jammas too.
And last up was Coley, who informed me that I was the coolest mom ever for finding him a pair of Dr. Who pajamas.
And then it was time for everyone to pen a few lines to Ole' St. Nick.
Everyone except for Cole, that is.
Remember last year when he said he'd probably write letters to Santa for at least another year or two???
His "Probably." turned into, "I'm too old." this year, but he still stuck around for the cookies.
I think I can still squeeze a couple more years out of the girls though.
Then again, no one wanted to go see Santa this year, so maybe not.
Times, they are a changing here in the Down's household.
And I need to quit feeling so sad about it.
I just keep finding myself mourning the loss of certain traditions.
And wondering how much longer I'll get to enjoy others.
No one ever warned me how it would feel to start running out of little kids.
It kind of sucks at times.
And reminds me to really appreciate these last few years of 'semi-little' with Miss Yans.
They're still up for listening to Josh Downs read, Twas' the Night Before Christmas though.
I just kind of miss the days when there were still kids in this house that weren't old enough to read it by themselves.