Have I peaked your curiosity with the title of this post? Well, I will get to that. But first buckle up for picture overload from The Campbell Christmas 2012.
Saturday night started the festivities at the Staves' Family Christmas party hosted this year by Kay and Richard. It was a blast and an ugly sweater theme. I have no pictures. Whoops. Maybe I'll be able to steal some from someone at some point. In my defense the party started at 7pm which is a half hour past Owen's bedtime and a half hour before Scott's, so all I was worried about was keeping my kids happy. Which they were, and we lasted until 10pm!
Christmas eve we enjoyed dinner as a family and then got ready for Santa. During the day I asked Scott what kind of cookies we should make for Santa, what he thought Santa's favorites were (assuming Brian had coached him to say chocolate chip). Scott's response: "gluten free, mom. Santa needs gluten free." Sweet. So we made chocolate chip cookies and laid out a carrot for the reindeer. Then Scott decided the reindeer needed celery too ("they like celery a lot mom. its to help them fly.") and while we were in the fridge getting out the celery Scott added an onion to the mix. I almost offered to make the reindeer a salad but was nervous Scott would take me up on it. The candy cane was added for Santa at the last minute, because....why not?
Then we watched a Christmas movie (The Grinch) before snuggling into bed!
Christmas jams didn't work out in our favor this year. Both boys had accidents so Scott changed into regular jams and Owen changed into ones that were too small and he kept busting out the bottom.
Christmas sweetness with my littlest little...
Noshing the (fake) candy cane
This is Scott's "Rhino face" when he plays rhinos from Robin Hood (which is everyday)
Christmas morning we were up around 7:30 and went to see if Santa had stopped by the Campbell house. Indeed he had and he left a guitar for Scott. Scott could not be more excited. Side note: Santa is majorly relieved that Scott is, in fact, happy about the guitar. Scott asked Santa in person for a guitar when he met him a few weeks ago, and has asked for a guitar from Santa ever since, for weeks it was the same. So Santa went home and made one specially for Scott in his workshop only a few days before Christmas, assuming it was a safe bet since Scott had not changed his request. No sooner was the guitar ready to be dropped off did Scott spend time chatting with a patient at my office who plays the tuba and the saxophone. Scott immediately decided he wanted Santa to bring him a saxophone instead. Santa was FREAKING OUT! Fortunately, after some coaxing from mommy that Santa had, perhaps, already made him a guitar for this year, Scott decided a guitar was still what he wanted most of all. Phew.
Owen checking out his Mr. Potato Head from Santa
Not to be left out, Charlie got a purple duck in his stocking, that was promptly destroyed within 10 minutes.
Future rock star.
A nativity scene, with dinosaurs of course.
The boys getting into their mega blocks from Santa. They were a mega hit.
"Mimi, you gotta try these, delish."
Boys building with Daddy, a sweet Christmas scene.
Mimi, Papa, Grandma and Gpa joined us for a Christmas concert (and most of Christmas day).
Scott getting ready to test out his new bean bag chair from Grandma and Gpa (kinda looks like he's gonna poop on it!)
The boys looking big in their chairs.
Looking mighty grown up for 9 months.
Super excited face - he's still got it : )
Obligatory bow on head picture
Family picture attempt....
Don't think we will ever all be looking at once.
Mimi made us a Christmas pita and we just love it, so cozy.
Scott was not particularly cooperative with pictures
Mimi and Papa gave Scott a construction worker costume so Scott could dress up as Jeff. Another Jeff story for you: One of Scott's give was addressed to "the best chef in the house". I asked Scott who he thought that was. I assumed Scott was said he was (or maybe me, conceited much?). Scott said, "Jeff!" In all fairness he could have thought I said Jeff when I said chef. But still pretty funny.
After we opened gifts Brian built a fire outside. And Owen literally ooohed and aaaahed from the playroom.
Daddy, Scotty, Charlie and Grandma enjoying the fire
Owen and Papa snuggled up
The whole gang. Minus Jared (Brian's co-worker who joined us a few minutes after this and stayed for Christmas dinner)
Fireside serenade. Future Jack Johnson among us? I could go for that!
Owen chewing on Batman (which he gave to Scott for Christmas, Scott picked out a present for Owen and was so excited to give it to him. It was so cute.)
We changed it up a bit this year for Christmas dinner and went traditional mexican style Christmas food. Tamales, spanish rice, beans, mexican Christmas salad and all the fixings. It was fun and different. After dinner the boys were enjoying their new toys and everyone was cleaning up and putting away left overs. I got out some tupperware from the garage (it should be noted my tupperware is all glass) and two of the pieces I wanted to use for leftovers were stuck together. So I brought them to Brian and asked him to get them apart for me (not the first time something like this had happened, thought nothing of it). I was in the playroom with Owen when I heard glass EXPLODE everywhere. Then Brian yelled "I think I hit an artery." So first of all I scooped up Owen just as I saw glass fly over his head (Brian was in the living room and we were in the playroom which is around the corner). Then Scott was crying and barefoot in the living room so Jared scooped him up which immediately, which led to Scott freaking out. So I grabbed both of them and went to Scott's room. My mom came and relieved me so I could go out and check on Brian. I came out just in time to hear him say (for the first time in the almost 10 years I've known him) "I think I need to go to the hospital." Whoa. That's big. Then I saw the cut. Yep. Stitches for sure. And that's when I got a little woozy. Very unlike me, I can handle the bodily fluids people, I dissected a cadaver for goodness sake. But blood from family members...different story. I rallied and drove us to the hospital. Jared joined us for the ride to help walk Brian in and to be amused but Brian's constant joking around (which he did the entire time). Long story short: yes, he did in fact sever and artery. Along with three tendons that will be repaired on Monday (NYE) by the hand surgeon. Fun fact every plastic surgeon is a hand surgeon.
Talk about a freak accident right?! And never did I imagine he actually severed an artery and tendons. I spared you the picture of the stitches in his wrist, but it basically looked like he tried to slit them. Poor Jared, it was only the second time he had ever come to hang out with us - welcome to Christmas with the Campbells.
Moral of the story: maybe the cancer causing plastic tupperware isn't so bad after all. Just kidding, its still bad. Oh and also it was great way to get out of cleaning up Christmas dinner. I came home to dishes done, put away, toys picked up and floors swept, vacuumed and mopped (glass was literally everywhere, but the grandparents did an awesome job because since then I've only found one teeny tiny itsy bitsy piece). And I'm kidding of course, would much rather have cleaned the house top to toe alone than have this freak accident occur.
All smiles waiting on the doc. Merry Christmas from the ER.