Oliver had a great second Christmas. He was, once again, a very good boy this year and got quite a few toys, including a tricycle and an easel. His favorite toy, however, was the train table that Santa brought him . It (obviously) wasn’t wrapped and became the toy that all the other toys had to be introduced to as they arrived. While he was more into unwrapping gifts this year than last he still didn’t have the stamina necessary to make it through a Jordan/Contine/Erickson/Barnett/Berger Christmas. He would run off and play with his trains and we would ask him: “Oliver, do you want to open another present?” and he would answer: “No!” He was plenty content with what he had.
Christmas morning got off to an early start (I thought we had a few more years before he started waking us up super early on Christmas morning but I guess I was wrong) but it was such a fun day. We opened gifts, visited, ate (Christmas dinner was AMAZING and, unlike last year, served before 10:oo PM) and had an awesome time.
And even better we’ve actually been able to make room for all of the toys Oliver brought home in our little house. The train table has become our coffee table and is still the first thing Oliver wants to play with in the morning. In fact, most mornings I hear him in his room calling: “Mommy! Mommy!” but when Brian walks him through the living room on the way to our bedroom, he sees the train table and says: “Down please!” Guess I know where I rank!
No comments:
Post a Comment