Heh. Mom and I set the oven to bake the Bubble loaf from 9-9:30, which would have given us 8 hours of sleep after our late night activities. We were all in the Christmas room ready to dig into our stockings by 8:17 (according to the digicam).
The boys got a haul; the rest of us got generous helping of fun, as well. Flar chuckled at the no-spill feature of the travel crock pot; Critter was blown away by getting a laptop; Tigger could remember anyone else picking out their own prezzies during shopping, except his own - which all surprised him. Flar cried over giving Tigger his first chef's blade. He does that with important gifts.
Mom got me a nifty green sleep shirt, a snowflake turtle neck shirt, and a lavender, chenille, zippered cardigan. Flar and Critter bought me a universal remote, which Critter programmed. Tigger made me art-in-a-chinese-take-out-box. Critter and Grandaddy bought me a dish to hold cleaning stuff next to the sink, and loaded it with flyers for where to order a replacement beater for the kitchen-aid, a gift-card for Bed, Bath and Beyond, and putty. Mom and Dad got me pretty ear-buds with a leatherette case (shades of Allen Sherman). Mom made fleece blankets for me and the boys.
There was muchly other goodness, and we were done opening prezzies, eating Bubble Loaf and drinking egg nog in time to wire up the Wii before noon. I've got all the paper already tucked away in boxes ready to take away Friday, and the prezzie arranged in place for individuals to put away. We're about to put together the fluff and pack up the car to go to Bébé and Scarlett's.