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Dec. 27th, 2007 11:50 amFor Christmas, I made stockings for Morgan and Alan, to match the one my mom made for me my first Christmas. I told Alan I was making one for Morgan, and did the embroidery on her name at home, but his I kept super-sekrit (snuck it into the house and hid it inside my sewing box). Christmas Eve we hung mine and Morgan's, and a store-bought red one with a white furry cuff for Alan. We set out cookies and milk for Santa and put Morgan to bed, then stuffed them all and went to bed ourselves. I had intended to stay awake until Alan had fallen asleep, then sneak out to transfer the presents to his new stocking, but I was too wiped. Luckily I had to wake up at a godawful early hour of the morning, and took my chance to do it then, and snuck back into bed.
Alan woke up to do yoga and so I got up with him, supposedly to do yoga as well, but really just to see his reaction to the new stocking. He smiled obligingly, but said he had figured that I'd made him one as well as Morgan because of how late I came home that night (yes, with the drama of trying to find material and then having to _remake_ Morgan's and one of mom's, I was out quite late). So boo for a spoiled surprise, but at least he does like it.
Alan woke up to do yoga and so I got up with him, supposedly to do yoga as well, but really just to see his reaction to the new stocking. He smiled obligingly, but said he had figured that I'd made him one as well as Morgan because of how late I came home that night (yes, with the drama of trying to find material and then having to _remake_ Morgan's and one of mom's, I was out quite late). So boo for a spoiled surprise, but at least he does like it.