We kicked off Christmas afternoon with my family by consuming our traditional homemade egg mcmuffins and attempting to prevent Lola from hyperventilating upon spotting yet another mound of gifts bearing her name.
It was almost too much for her little heart to take.
Santa brought our girl a Lola-sized shopping cart, which he left on the doorstep since Lola had been very adamant about the fact that "that guy is not coming into my house."
Way to respect her wishes, Santa.
Nana and Pop Pop surprised her with a pink princess kitchen, which completely sent her over the edge.
She now spends her days preparing pancakes, noodles, graham crackers, pretzels and chicken.
James received a jumperoo and has converted the baby pudge on his leggies to pure muscle from his nonstop bounce sessions.
It's quite adorable, if you ask me.
We spent the rest of the day lounging, munching on treats, catching up on sleep and enjoying good company.
We feasted on roast, salmon, chicken and all manner of delicacies prepared by my mama, who happens to be my favorite cook.
It was lovely.
But my favorite part of the day came after we tucked our exhausted, happy babies in their beds and snuggled up in ours -- wholeheartedly agreeing with our 2-year-old's declaration that this was "the best Christmas EVER!"