'Twas the night before Christmas...

...and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except the hundred or so baby spiders that decided to hatch in our basement! Ok, so I messed up the flow of the poem, but those darn spiders messed up the flow of our Christmas Eve!

Luckily, Nate sprung into action and after a few failed attempts to discard the baby beasts, they were gone. Whew.

On to more important things. Traditions. It's the theme of the season, right? So this, being our first Christmas Eve at home as a family of four, required some more traditions. First, thanks to technology, Nate and Ryan kept an eye on Santa's whereabouts around the globe all day. Second, Rye helped me write a note to Santa from him and Lindsey to make him feel welcome when he strolled in to Delaware (that circle on the note, courtesy of my little man who is awesome at drawing shapes). Third, a must, we left out some cookies, milk (for him) and carrots (for his reindeer team).

And finally, we put Lindsey and Rye into their warm, Christmas PJs, read a christmas-themed bedtime story, kissed their heads and waited, excitedly, for Santa to arrive.