All of their grandparents;
Three of their great grandparents;
Six (including spouses) of their nine cousins;
Six (including spouses) of their seven aunts and uncles.
They got what they asked for from Santa, what their parents knew they needed and would love, plus much, much more from that list of people mentioned above.
They stayed up so late and barely napped and moved from house to house but handled it all like champs (read: very few meltdowns).
We barely saw Rio, huddled around her new art supplies making masterpieces, and the boys were so taken with their new train table that they have now started sleeping with their engines at night.
I am happy to say that our families know us well enough that although the kids were spoiled, they were given useful things like piles and piles of new books. Even a splurge like a mini rocking horse is actually a therapy tool for the boys and their core strength, although don't tell them that because it's just way too much fun.
It was crazy and busy and exhausting, but only because we have so much family and so many people who share their lives with us. That is truly a blessing and what Christmas is all about.
Jordan and I took miles of tracks and train cars handed down by the kids' cousin and decided to make the boys a train table. We spent hours trying to configure a track in a way that would entertain Nolan, but not be too complicated for Asher. Then the resident artist created the scene, and the last step was to glue the tracks down. Voila!
Happy New Year, y'all!