A huge meal...
Ok, the real Erickson's dropping gang signs.
Then in was time for presents...check out mom in the background.
Oh, but wait, first we needed to read the story...
...and pray...(my fav pic btw)
...and then it was finally present time!!
What one year old doesn't end up in the paper?
So far, these magnets have spent more time on the fridge than the doll. When I asked her why, she said, "I want to see ALL my outfits mom!" and gave me a look that said, "Duh!" all over it. I am so scared of her growing up I cannot accurately describe it to you.
Auntie Heidi made a memory game from photos of us...very cute!
That is actually a storage container...for a smaller size than I got I think...they got stuck. :-)
New dress up...oh boy! Let's just stop right here and I will share with you my memory of the night - it began with super excited kids being stopped from opening presents and being told they had to sit down and wait while we read the story of Jesus. They did surprisingly well. I couldn't hear the story so I zoned out.
I was pulled back in suddenly as, in a flash, a mass of presents were spread all over and I, well, I began to panic. Opening presents in my family is very organized and deliberate. My deep fears of chaos were cut off and interrupted suddenly by the loud, crazy, joyful screaming of a young boy who just opened a transformer he wanted. He was crazy!! (And I mean this in the nicest way! At least I was laughing and smiling. :-)).
I remember having the passing thought that my kids have never really responded to a gift like that and maybe it was just because he was a boy that he could be so loud. We opened a couple more presents and the next thing I knew, the girls were pulling dress-up clothes out of a bag and the pitch and decibel level of K's voice steadily rose until she was in my face, talking so loud and so excited that the world just basically disappeared around me as all I could hear or see was her. I sat, staring at her - amazed, laughing, and trying to listen to the craziness coming out of her mouth - for I don't know how long and then the only thought that passed through my mind was, "Well, I guess I was wrong!" The girls went ballistic...I guess Em ran up to Uncle Mark and yelled a bunch of nonsensical stuff to him and well, K told me all about everything she was going to do and where she was going to go and who she was going to share it with. Honestly, I don't remember anything after that. I was more than a little overwhelmed and it took a while to calm my nerves again. :-)
Lots of hugs all around.
I believe that is the transformer...
Belle of the ball...is it sad that I know that phrase so well it came to mind?
Telling Nana...
Oh yeah, there were adults there too...somewhere.
They loved all their toys and have been playing with them ever since. Thanks Aunties, Uncles and Grandparents!
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