On the eleventh day of Christmas, my mom and dad made me...

Christmas Eve was busier than other Christmas Eve's I have experienced. Nate and I ran errands most of the morning and mid-afternoon. We stopped at Home Depot for a curtain rod and curtains for our dining room, the post office to pick up a package, Costco for gas, the grocery store, Big Lots for grab bag gifts for Haven and Nash, the library to return books, and El Mexsal for pupusas! It was snowing most of the day so traffic was slow going, but we made it home in time to make dinner for Liz, Steve, and the kids. After dinner, we did the grab bag, a tradition in Nate's family. Among other things, Max got a ton of cars, Haven got a bracelet, glow-in-the-dark star glasses, and lip gloss, and Nash got parachute men, grow capsules, and stick-on fuzzy mustaches. I think the adults had more fun with the mustaches. Max was happy with the wrapping paper and ribbons. The kids all put on Christmas jammies, and then we opened some presents from my mom and dad. They sent Nerf guns and ammo, so immediately after the first gun was unwrapped, a mad race to open and load our guns ensued. Nash, Haven, and Max ended up crying in the first five minutes (nobody was safe), but we kept going until the shock wore off... and then kept going and going.