Day: December 25, 2003

Presents are open and the boy is bouncing from present to present playing with each in turn. Amazingly focused on each one, actually.

I remember that my younger brother, the youngest of six of us, would always be the last one opening his presents because he — unlike the rest of us — would play with each present as he opened it. That example always made me, and my sisters, jealous. But we didn’t change from our race through the pile.

The boy was eager to open them all. Still, after learning to his disappointment that we were all done, he has moved to enjoying them all. Nice to see.

The girl was a model infant through the whole event, sitting in the middle of the floor grabbing at whatever caught her eye, but never crying or otherwise getting upset. She missed her morning naptime, which we’re struggling with now, but a fun Christmas morning.

Merry Christmas!

The boy got up early this morning (what would you expect?), but I was able to get him to lie down for another 40 minutes before the fun began. He ripped through his stocking, noting quickly that Santa did indeed eat his three cookies and drink his milk (tasty!). Combination of stickers, trains, and two planes. With each of the three train cars he opened separately, he raced to his room to put them in the train basket. The planes (a fighter jet and a stealth bomber) are a huge success… he’s holding them in his hand as he watches his Richard Scarry DVD. Little kids at Christmas remind you why this is all so much fun. We’ll take a break now for breakfast and to build the anticipation back up. Merry Christmas!