Christmas Eve

"Where do you think you're going? Nobody's leaving. Nobody's walking out on this fun, old-fashioned family Christmas. No, no. We're all in this together. This is a full-blown, four-alarm holiday emergency here. We're gonna press on, and we're gonna have the hap, hap, happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap-danced with Danny Kaye. "

Tonight was our annual DeBaca family Christmas minus a whole bunch of DeBacas. It was just my favorite cousin Deanne and her family and my mom and Jerry. But we made the most of it with fun games, festivities and Little Caesars Pizza. It was casual and we had an ugliest Christmas Sweater contest. Jimmy won. We had prizes, played games and even busted out the Sing Star Kareoke competition.

Jim, in true Griswold Family Christmas spirit, broke out the "Eddie" winter hat and underwear. He looked simply sparkly in his Christmas sweater and Ugg boots.

Sorry Ladies, hands off...he's all mine.

Sadly, the Doodle slept for the first part of the party and then spent most of the rest of the night in a time out in his swing. He had at least seven time outs...He was acting crazy. More so than usual. Maybe it was the people and the noise and so he was throwing and OCDing on his dvd's...not that he doesn't do that without a party, but he doesn't do well in different environments. He's used to it being a certain way around here and tonight with the presents and singing it was probably too much for him to handle. Grammy ended up taking him next door to watch his show with her.

Trying to have a normal, family event just further shows me how non-normal life is with the Doodle. It makes me realize how very different life is going to be.

What a night. Now, I'm sitting here waiting for Jimmy and Doodle to go to sleep so that Santa will come.