Here's how Antonio celebrated his first Christmas with his entire family in Oak Harbor.
We started Christmas Eve with the Rodgers side of the family. First with a little football-watching (stupid Seahawks), then with a little gift-giving. (Notice cousin Preston's 7th Heaven "dress.")
After a traditional Oak Harbor Christmas Eve dinner at (where else?) El Cazador, we returned home to put Antonio down for the night. (Let me just use this space here to brag about how good of a sleeper my son is. He goes to bed at the same time evey night, and makes it through the entire night needing just a few quick snacks from Mommy. I think he's a little bit wonderful. Deb thinks he's a lot bit wonderful.) Then Deb and I returned for the end of the stocking portion of the Rodgers family gift-giving.
That's when we made our way up to the Barge house for the Christmas Eve with the Barge family. (And if it seems that we "make our way" to-and-from our families' houses often, it's because we do. Most of our time is spent walking one way or another around that corner.) We opened gifts with the immediate Barge family. This was fun, too, but Mommy and Daddy were getting tired, and we knew that Santa was on his way, so it was probably time for us to go to bed as well.
When we work up (or when Antonio woke us up), we headed back down to the Rodgers house for Christmas morning presents with the cousins (since the Barge house was filled with old people who like to sleep in). Santa was good to the Crockett boys, and it was a nice morning.
Then we went back to the Barge house to see what Santa left for Antonio. Santa was very good to him.
Then it was back around the corner for the Rodgers family traditional brunch at the Wallers'. (There are no pictures of this, but it was a good brunch, as always.) Then it was back around the corner (for what I believe was the last time of the day), to get ready for Christmas dinner and presents with the rest of Debbie's extended family.
The food was plentiful and the company was good, but by this time, Deb and I were very tired. (I won't even tell you how tired Antonio was. Christmas is very busy for a three-month-old.) So we put him to sleep, his first Christmas behind him. He didn't understand everything that happened, but he smiled a lot.
And that was the best gift his parents could ever ask for.
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