When we were kids, my parents would set up a treasure hunt with clues hidden around the house, the last clue leading to where our Christmas Eve presents were hidden. And every year, those presents would be pajamas accompanied by a night cap (not that kind of night cap) hand made by my mom.
Now that we're all growd up, it's the grandkids that get to do the treasure hunt, and because neither of them can read, my mom just attached a string to the presents and gave them the end so they could follow it to their treasure.
And yes, they got hats too.
Brolan wasn't a fan of his.
It was just riveting to watch!
Bob (mom's man) was the most excited about it.
And now for the spiritual moment of the night, the churchy Christmas video. Can you tell how touched everyone is? I was definitely crying behind the camera, I'm surprised this picture is actually in focus.
Everyone loves mom's spiritual moments. And what better to follow such spiritualness other than a fowl-mouthed game of nertz?!
See that chick second in from the left? You know, the one sitting next to my dad? She was crowned the Nertz Queen in 1993 and still holds that title to this day.
As you see, Albert is not playing. He refuses to play nertz with me. I don't know why the hell not, the first time we played all I did was swear at him, hit him, and threaten his life. I don't see the problem.
So Alyse was my partner, and I'm pretty sure I only yelled at her once. Not sure how many times I swore during the game but it doesn't matter because when we play nertz, the non-swearing rule goes out the window and we're allowed to say whatever is needed in order to win.
Shit. Damn. Hell.
That's about the extent of my family's swears. However this time I may have called someone a bastard, but I can't be sure.
Oh, and can you guess who won?
No, not Al, ME! Yep, I'm still the queen, but that was no surprise to anyone. If any of you out there want to challenge my current title, then by all means, it is so on. I'll kick your trash.
Moving on...it's time for Jesus cake!
For your information, that gaping hole in the side of the cake was not from me. I definitely did not sneak a couple bites before it was time to serve the cake, and if I did, it was definitely not to get back at everyone for wanting to wait until AFTER we played nertz to eat the cake. Don't mess with my cake bitches!
Logan helped blow out the candles on Jesus' birthday cake. I'm pretty sure Jesus is probably 2007 years older than 3 but we didn't have any more candles, plus my mom didn't want to start her house on fire so we just stuck with the 3. I'm sure Jesus didn't mind.
Here's Chad, Kels & Brolan waiting patiently for cake.
Sorry Karn Katherine, it looks like Brolan is already groping girls, I'll try to straighten him out for Cutie Pie! (I'm 99.99% sure that it is my brother's fault)
Lindee loves it when I take her picture. She begged me to take this and I was like "fine, whatever".
Other cute pics...Mom and her dude.
And of course, my cute dad.
Okay so you all know I'm constantly on the quest of becoming the favorite aunt right? Well I'm pretty sure I've achieved that with Logan but I'm still working on Brolan. So that night I was devastated to watch this phenomenon occur.
Brolan wanted Alex.
The baby wanted to play with the big scary dude. And not only that but he wanted to feed him.
Over and over.
And when it was done? Then guess what happened.
Yes, Brolan gave Alex a kiss! I couldn't handle the betrayal, Christmas is supposed to be filled with love and peace, not hatred and jealousy.
I better step up my game.
Ok if you all can keep a secret, then I'll show you some top secret pictures. Logan and I may or may not have snuck away during the spiritual moment to work on our face making abilities.
Happy Face.
Sad face.
Cute Face.
Surprised Face.
Angry Face.
Scared Face.
Silly Face.
And finally,
Pissed Face.
Don't mess with us.
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