We spent the Sunday before Christmas at my husband's parents with his aunts and uncle. Quinn was very spoiled receiving a bunch of Minnie Mouse (obsession is in full force) and a sled.
Christmas Eve was spent the usual way. We attended 4 pm church service and then went back to my parents for the rest of the evening for a little Mexican food fiesta and opening gifts. Quinn got a tricycle from her godfather, my brother Tim (the same tricycle she through a huge, huge fit over in the middle of the store the weekend prior..threw her body down and everything), a baseball glove and ball, dry erase board with markers and crayons (homemade by my brother I might add - it's huge and has yet to find a permanent place in our house), a table and chair set (which seems to fall off of almost daily) and a bunch of other awesome gifts.
Christmas morning Quinn woke up to a red Radio Flyer wagon under the tree courtesy of Santa. She was a pretty good girl last year so it was deserved. This year is only just beginning but let's just say that if Quinn keeps up this attitude, there won't be anything but a dog turd under the tree for her on Christmas.