Merry First Christmas

Alright. I'm hoping to knock this out before Emmett wakes up for the third time tonight. And yes, he really does wake up that many times before I even go to bed myself :,) That gives me maaaaybe 30 or 40 minutes, so I better make this quick!

This Christmas was a little different, but still probably one of my favorites. We spent the holiday in Colorado at my parents house... just without my parents haha. They had already made their way to Wyoming for the Syddall-Family-Holiday-Extravaganza {more on that to come}. Christmas day we slept in as much as Emmett would allow, snuggled our boy in bed, stayed in our pj's, watched a couple movies, popped popcorn, opened gifts, snapped pictures, made brownies, ate dinner at Taylor and Lynnea's, and just really really really enjoyed being together. I appreciate that time so much more now. Definitely not a fan of this whole long distance from our daddy thing.

As I was perusing the bakery section of Walmart on Christmas Eve, a random elderly gentleman told me that I better document my baby's first Christmas real good and take lots of pictures... I don't think he realized he was talking to the queen of picture taking and documenting ;) I'm sure I would have made him proud.

It's impossible for me not to take a million pictures of him. He's too darn cute!

Basically all of Jason's gifts were Boeing attire - that's what he wanted so that's what he got! The hat, sweatshirt, and shirts we got him have probably been worn more than most of the clothes in my closet andddd it's only January hahaha.

Merry first Christmas, little one. We love you more than you could ever know.

On a side note, I caved and brought Emmett into bed with me... like I do every. single. night. He is soooo a mama's boy and keeps re-positioning himself to snuggle up as close as he can possibly get to me. Most nights I wish he would just sleep in his own bed in a separate room and not wake up throughout the night, but tonight I am loving having him right here. Squirmy limbs and all. Wanting me and only me. Longing for my cuddles and kisses and back rubs with his heavy, sleepy eyes. I know moments like this won't last forever, so I'm embracing my little boy and loving him the way he wants to be loved right now... while I multitask by finishing up this post haha. Being a mom has got to be the best job ever. Thanks for loving me, Emmett boy.