The Pierce Family: Christmas Eve

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Christmas Eve

Since it is an "off year" but we were all in town, my mom had us all over on Christmas Eve for lunch. My mom is amazing and she really outdid herself this year. The food was so yummy! After lunch we drew parts for the Christmas pageant: Kinsley and I were shepherds, Eric was a wiseman, and Aila was taking a much needed nap. My dad read the nativity story from the bible and we acted out our parts.

Kinsley was SO excited to get a "Tangled" doll (that is what she calls it). When she noticed she also got princess jammies she immediately stripped, put them on, and refused to take them off for the rest of the day.

Already in love with her baby Cinderella doll.

Decorating cookies for Santa.

My mom got a bounce house for Christmas. The kids think it if the funnest thing e-ver. Kinsley asked my dad to blow it up so she could jump in it everyday. The parents loved it because it made the house less noisy.

That evening we went to Eric's parent's house where Brent told the Christmas story and let Kinsley put the felt pictures where they belonged.

A Christmas surprise... Aila took her first steps.... albeit a lot of those are as she is falling, but we are recording it as her first steps.

1 comment:

Lant Family said...: How fun to see both sides of the family for Christmas. I think the bounce house is awesome, every kids dream. Have you ever seen the movie 4 Christmas's with Reese Witherspoon?? There is a bounce house scene in it :); January 6, 2012 at 6:09 PM

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