Christmas morning, I was busy staring at baby Emmett, but Santa came anyway.  I heard that Ethan managed to stay up until about 2 a.m. before he allowed Mom to cart him off to bed.  And even though I wasn't there, those kiddos still ran down the stairs Christmas morning to enjoy all the fun presents that magically appeared under the Christmas tree.

Since I couldn't be there, Mom held up Rob's phone and I watched the whole thing on facetime.  Now, that is technology for ya!  

Here are the present opening shots.

Look at me!  I'm there too.  :)  Rob was there as well...but he was behind the camera the whole time.

And here is just one little extra picture.  The kids were all in choir this year and they sang for their Christmas production.  It was fun and they did a wonderful job.  The only thing that I didn't love was the not only were the kids not allowed to sing any song that had any hint of religion, but they didn't even sing the old favorites about Santa and Frosty.  Instead, the choir teacher insists on writing the most horribly inane jingles and makes the kids sing them for an hour straight.   The kids sound pretty but the songs are mind-numbing.  They did finally sing some good ol' Christmas music during the sing-a-long after the choir presentation but, seriously, this choir teacher drives me insane.  Robert just reminded me that we did actually get one religious song in there.  Dreidel, Dreidel, Dreidel got into the mix somehow.  It's catchy, but how fair is that?

Still...look how cute they look.  

Christmas Eve, 2013

On the eve of Christmas Eve, I took these pictures of my Belly.   I thought it would be a great idea to get one last shot of it before we went in to the Hospital the next morning.  Look how calm and rested I look.  We might not see that person for a few more months, so take it in.

By 5 a.m. on Christmas Eve, Robert and I had arrived at St. Rose Hospital to get ready for my c-section.    The build up before you actually go in is always so uncomfortable and crazy.  Emmett's birth, however, was, thankfully, quite routine and smooth.  By 7:57 we heard his first little cry and I got to look at my little son for the first time.

He was pink and healthy, and just the tiniest little thing you've ever seen at 5 pounds 14 ounces.  (Well, I guess I saw smaller babes with the twinnies but that was nearly 10 years ago!)

Emmett Carter Jones

Emmett came into life with one loud yell and then he's been a quiet little lamb ever since.  He dropped down to 5 pounds 6 ounces in the hospital but has slowly gain weight ever since.  He also had absolutely black hands and feet which the nurses claimed was rather common but we found out it usually only lasts a couple of hours and is not usually as severe as it was with Emmett.  For two days we rubbed his little feet and held him upright to help the blood circulate down to his extremities.  The nurses told us that as long as his lips didn't go dark, we were fine.  So, naturally, I did nothing but stare at his sweet little lips for the next two days.  His heart rate was also rather slow but we watched that as well, and he seemed to be fine by the next day.

Here are our first visitors.

After the big kids came in for a visit, they went home with Rob and Grandma and Grandpa to celebrate their Christmas Eve.

While I stared at my little newborn, they acted out the Christmas Story.  They make a pretty great cast, if you ask me.  Jason didn't last for the nativity scene but maybe next year he can be a shepherd too.  Or and angel.  :)  

After the family did all the normal Christmas Eve things (opening up Christmas pajamas and setting out orange rolls and milk for Santa.)  The kids set up an elaborate video motion-sensor Santa trap.  That's what you get when your daddy is a computer geek.  Then those big kids stayed up as late as possible trying to catch Santa in the act.  My mom finally shooed them off to bed around two in the morning.

The next day they raced to their monitor and found out that the trap had worked!  There on the screen, they saw Santa eating their milk and orange rolls.  The camera happened to be at just barely the wrong angle and so all they could really see was the back of his hat and a few good closeups of his eye.  Still.  There he was on camera and who could ask for more proof than that?!   I was just sad that I couldn't be there to see it!   I didn't mind too much, however, watching my own little show.

Christmas Eve was really a day of wonder for us all.

December is a crazy month, and this month it just got crazier.  I'll try to catch up as quickly as I can since bath time for Jason and nap time for Emmett are only going to coincide for a few minutes.  (Don't worry...Laina's in the bath with Jason...I didn't just leave the poor soul there by himself!)

We start out the month with Robert's Birthday.  For a present, Robert bought himself a couple things on groupon and we baked him this lovely cake.

He makes a very handsome 38 year old, if I say so myself.  What could be better than being surrounded by your biggest fans on your big day?  Having Rob's birthday is a great way to start our crazy December line-up.   Happy Birthday, Sweet-heart!

I had started to become progressively tired in our December month, and with that, I started to neglect my smallest child just a teeny bit.  At least, I started to neglect his hair.  I'm afraid my little Jason is a bit of a 'product' boy with it comes to his curly locks.  If you aren't on top of things, it get big and crazy...quickly.  Here are a couple of bed-head shots that I thought were a bit humorous.  

Have you ever seen such a sweet, sad little face?

Sadly, I don't believe the hair got much better that day.  Or possibly even the next day...

But he was looking rather handsome on his 2nd Birthday!  We celebrated his big day a couple days late and just a day before Emmett's big moment because Grandma and Grandpa Scribner came in to town on the 23rd.  I'm afraid that both Jason and Emmett will have to suffer from both being born so close to Christmas craziness, but Jason didn't seem too worried about all that yet.

He loved getting the cake.  He loved the candles and the A, B, C's.  He did not, however, care to eat any of the cake.  He may be completely adorable and undeniably handsome, but I have to admit, he's a bit of a strange kid when it comes to food.  Who doesn't love birthday cake?!

He stayed happy just until we tried to make him take a bite.  Then it was all tears and grumpiness until we whisked him off to bed.

Happy Birthday, to another handsome Jones boy!  I can't believe this little guy is already 2 years old!  Time flies when you want it to crawl.  I'm not very happy with my baby becoming such a big boy, but it was bound to happen.  

We love you baby Jason!