It was so fun to see you enjoy your first Christmas.
On Christmas Eve morning, I was snuggling with you on the floor in front of the tree and I said, "Today is Christmas Eve. What does that mean?" and you said, "1 more sleeps 'til Santa comes with toys for Nathan".
Christmas Eve afternoon, Aunt Titi and Collin came by. You got out some of your favorite toys and shared with Collin (although it did require some coaxing to get you to "take turns" with Collin). Mama told you that you were a good boy to share.
You've been a bit sick and so you're out of sorts if Mama doesn't stay right on top of your Tylenol. Around bedtime, you were completely beside yourself - kicking and biting and yelling, "I not go bed".
In an exasperated, not so good Mommy moment I resorted to threats and said, "Well, if you're not asleep then Santa can't come. Maybe he'll have to take your toys somewhere else."
Your eyes got hugely wide and you said, "But Mama... I take-a-turns wit Tollin!"
Good point... that must count for SOMETHING.
First thing the next morning, before your eyes were fully awake you said to me, "Mama, I take-a-turns wit Tollin, huh?" You wanted to be sure that was going to outweigh the complete hissy-fit you'd had. You sweet, sweet little boy.
Sure enough, there were presents under the tree. We took our time and let you enjoy. (You're not smiling in the pictures but trust me, you had a blast!)
You would have been happy with one present. You were pretty overwhelmed with more than one present. But Mama and Daddy have some missed Christmases to make up for, so you got more than one present.
I love you, Sweetness.
Thank you for making all merry and bright.