It's a shaw tradition to go out to eat for breakfast on Christmas Eve. I'm not one to argue.
1 packet of sweet and low + 1 fork = mini zen garden.
We came home put D to bed and set up Christmas. Santa wasn't really feeling that well (aka grumpy, tired, hungry, and pregnant) so we just kinda piled up the presents and called it good. It was fun to think of how different this year is from last. (Have I mentioned lately how happy I am we are out of graduate school?) I kind of went overboard with D but rationalized it with the fact her world will be ROCKED in a month.
Before we went to bed we webcammed my parents and opened this present from them. Collin got a little competitive with it.