After many tries to get us out of bed, Chris' jingling bells and rustling around finally got Xander and I to wake up. I told Xander to go into the living room to see if Santa came. The presents were piled, the stockings were stuffed, but it took the cookie crumbs on the plate to convince him. It only took a minute or two for him to start grabbing and tearing into the paper. Good thing most of them were for him.
Opening the first of many books
helping daddy open his present
daddy reading his card from Xander and baby, which included two tickets for Cirque Du Soleil. A chance for a night out on the town before our little boy is born.
Xander thought that daddy's new pancake spatula was the neatest tool to help him open his presents
Xander only asked Santa for one thing - a new kitchen. After opening all of his presents under the tree, we headed downstairs to see if Santa had delivered. Here is Xander doing a happy dance in celebration!
cutting up some of his new wooden food
baking some bread
Here is daddy with his new toy! Every year it is something else, some new, hard to find gadget. Sigh... Will it ever end??
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