On Christmas Eve, staying up late singing carols with the boys...
Alex (belting out): On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me, some garbage in a pear tree.
On Christmas morning, Zachary waking up in our bed...
Me: Good morning Zachary, do you know what day this is?
Me: That's right Zachary, and do you know what that means there will be downstairs?
Zachary: Yes. A big mess.
(He turned out to be right about that one.)
When we met the other boys downstairs...
Simeon (referring to the tune "I Saw Three Ships"): Mama, it's Christmas day in the mooooorn-ning.
After every single gift he opened...
Jacob (very sincerely): Oh, wow, just what I have always wanted.
Opening a beautiful statue of St. Michael from his godparents...
Simeon: Oh look, it's a devil squisher.
(Handy things, those.)
Throughout the day whenever we would ask Nicholas "Where's your baby?" he would drop whatever he was doing in a panic and run about the house calling out, "baby...baby." When he'd find his baby, he'd give him a few hugs and then leave him lying about somewhere else.
At the end of a full day and just before we fell asleep we agreed that the children had been especially adorable all day. We also agreed that they are still all so easy to please, that it won't always be this way, and that we will appreciate it so long as it lasts.