A Creole Christmas

Part of Perfect Moment Mondays…

Last week was full of perfect moments. But, nothing could be more perfect than Christmas day visiting family in Louisiana. THE day we’d been promising Reagan all month had FINALLY arrived.

It was a morning fit for a princess as Reagan had the stage all to herself. She made the most of it, carefully tearing open presents and throwing away each tiny piece of paper, bit by bit. I kid you not. Though thankful she is a tidy tot, this could take hours.

The first present she opened was a book. And before anyone knew what had happened, Reagan ran out of the living room with it like a shot! Where did she go? Well, to put it on the bookshelf with all her other books where it belonged, of course! This had us all laughing hysterically. <Insert anal retentive jokes here.>

I treasured every moment of the morning, watching Reagan open each toy and play with it like it was the only one she had been given. We had to remind her every time there were more. Clearly, she doesn’t have the hang of this Christmas thing yet. 😉

Opening all those presents from Santa can be exhausting! Several hours and some blueberry pancakes later, just as we were about to head out the door to visit friends, Reagan did something she has never ever done. She announced she was going to take a nap. And she did. For three whole hours! Knowing we had an eventful night ahead of us, we let her. For after that, it was off to her “second Christmas.” This one, with the Carmouche clan and just a few of Reagan’s countless cousins:

There was much horseplay and trouble to be made at Uncle Johnny’s house while the adults were in the kitchen stirring and sampling the chicken and andouille gumbo:

And then it was time to open even MORE presents! Right in the middle of all the excitement, mid-tear, Reagan got glassy-eyed and was soon out for the count well before 9pm:

It appears she had had enough for one day. Hopefully now we’ll no longer hear this again, “Mommy, where’s my present?” Until next year that is!