Operation Onion and O Dark Thirty

So as not to ruin the big surprise for the boys, we referred to their new bicycles as 'onions' in regular conversation with one another.  The code was a success, they never suspected, although I'm sure they wondered why Mom and Dad were always talking excitedly about onions so close to Christmas time.

Daddy O assembled them late last night and I am happy to report that the strong smell of rubber tires is gone from my bedroom and that there is some walking room inside the closet once again.  As you can see, he was pretty excited and couldn't help but admire his work while we waited to make sure the kids were asleep.

By 10:30, everyone was sleeping, we placed the onions beside the tree, yawned and called it a night...

ZERO DARK THIRTY (FAMILY O STYLE)

1:00 am -  We awoke to a pitter patter of feet and a light knock at the door.  Foregoing any response from Mom and Dad, Boy O entered the room to inform us that he had fallen off the bed, hit his face, and  oh, by the way-Santa came!  We should all get up and look.

Daddy O took him back to his room and told him to go back to sleep.  On the way out the door, I specifically remember him saying not to wake his brother under any circumstance (they were sharing a room).

1:45 am -  I hear a small commotion and see a light on in Boy O's room while getting up to nurse Newbie O.  As Daddy O went to their bedroom to see what was going on, I caught a glimpse of Boy O fully dressed and Baby O stark naked.  I heard Baby O running around saying how he wanted to ride his bike.

Apparently, Boy O could not contain his excitement, immediately got dressed at 1 o'clock in the morning and  in the process accidentally woke his brother and decided that he too must be fully dressed to start the day.  Somehow he managed to get Baby O undressed, but of course Baby O lost interest  half way through-explaining the exuberant naked child jumping around the room.

I don't know how Daddy O managed to get them back to sleep...

3:30 am -  We were again awoken to children telling us it was time to get up.  I'm pretty sure I remember the response being something like, "GET BACK IN YOUR ROOM AND DON'T COME OUT BEFORE 5 AM!"

6:15 am - I truly can't believe they made it this long and it was finally time to discover and inspect.

Operation Onion in all its glory, Baby O no longer in his birthday suit and Boy O still fully dressed.

As usual the generosity overflowed and all my kids, myself included are incredibly spoiled.

I'm kind of hoping the kids go into a Christmas coma for the evening and sleep all the way through 'til morning.  Then my Christmas wish of just a few hours of uninterrupted sleep would come true....not likely but there's always hope I guess.