The morning went swimmingly.
Shep is the perfect age for Christmas, greeting each gift with an exclamatory, "It's just what I've always wanted!"
Neko is a bit older, and was definitely taking stock of what Shep and Ellery received, wanting to make certain all was fair. But delighted with her gifts, nonetheless.
Ellery enjoyed the opening of packages, but I'm fairly sure she has no idea what's going on.
We puttered around that morning, eating chocolate donuts in lieu of real breakfast and playing with new toys. By late morning, we were off to my mom's house to celebrate with my side of the family.
Just as we were preparing plates for brunch, Ellery took a tumble off a bench, slamming her mouth and nose against either the bench or the floor. Either way, there was loads of blood and massive swelling of her nose and lip. Tom and I scooted off to the ER to make sure she was okay, as she seemed a bit woozy after the fall and looked pretty beaten up.
She checked out fine, and we managed to get back to my mom's house for a late celebration.
Blogging of favorite presents and war wounds to come in future posts when we've recovered from the day…