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!