The Main Event

We decided to spend Christmas Eve/Christmas morning just the four of us at our little house, and it was very nice and peaceful. We were surprised that Sweetheart actually understood the Santa stuff for the first time, and what I thought would be a sleep-in day turned into her excited little voice at about 6:30, "Santa came, Santa came!" 

I personally think Santa went a little nuts and brought maybe too many clothes and DVDs, but hey, maybe he snagged some good sales. 

And he did bring some other fun stuff, too.

Princess wasn't too sure about this early wakeup call, either. Poor sleepy baby! I love the bedhead, though.

Recently Sweetheart was asked what Santa brought her for Christmas, and she said, "A panana!" Which translated is a banana. Santa brought a ton of DVDs, lots of clothes and a music box, somehow the banana stuck in her mind. Silly kid!

My Marquis takes the prize, though. I have wanted a piano since before we got married, but our budget and our gypsy lifestyle have both stood in the way of us actually owning one. Marquis tackled both those obstacles and bought me this:

And what did I get him in return? What could compete with him fulfilling one of my biggest dreams the best our budget would allow? 

I bought him a whisk. Or more specifically, a ball whisk.

Merry Christmas, Marquis, I love you!