Our Christmas was spectacular. We woke up early morning and got everyone fed and diapered before going downstairs. We reminded Connor that Santa had come and brought him presents, to which he responded with a blank stare and a shout of “Santa Claus!” breaking into smile. It was pretty clear that he just wasn’t clear on the entire Santa thing, so we took him downstairs pumping him up about Santa and gifts. He at first was blind to the toys laying all over the floor because he was stunned by the piles of packages under the tree. He then started noticing that there was a whole lotta stuff that wasn’t there the night before and went running into the tent that Santa had left up for him.
Grammie and Papa Chuck came by to eat brunch with us and open presents and then we packed up the car and headed up to see PawPaw and Nana.
Everyone assumed that Connor would get so much stuff from everyone else, that the toys he received were limited. (Limited being, filling the entire toy box in our living room and covering the floor.) He was so exhausted when we got home from Pawpaw and Nana’s that he said softly to Jorma, “Daddy? Connor tired” and later climbed into the crib of his own free will. Absolutely Amazing. We should have Christmas every day.
Tristan, also rather enjoyed himself, in the way that babies do, being held and fussed over by Grammie in the morning and by Nana for most of the evening. He was content to giggle and smile and everyone who held him and made sure he got some cooing in so everyone could see that no, in fact, his brother wasn’t cuter than he is at all.
At the end of the evening it was determined that a good time was had by all and we settled in for a long winters nap. Or at least until one of the kids woke up hollering. Back to normal again.
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