Christmas, Part 1

In Charles' family, tradition dictates opening presents on Christmas Eve after dinner. Iain doesn't have the best after-dinner track record, so we decided to alter the tradition a tiny bit. He came home from his last day with Miss Donna/Meghan at 3, and all the presents were laid out. About 45% are for him, the rest for me and Charles.

As you can see above, Iain was unimpressed. He was all, "Tuck!" and demanded that Charles read to him from his sad, half-torn, duct-taped Spanish book on trucks (bought for 25 cents at the Friends of the Library book sale).

Eventually, though, we convinced him to give presents a try:


After that, he was somewhat more enthusiastic. Below, a floor puzzle from Nana. He loved, loved, loved many of the other gifts (photos to follow - don't be greedy!) and spent a long time playing before his dinner. Then it was bathtime, more playing, and time for bed.

We saved one toy for this morning, and he's playing with it even now. I'll give you a hint what it is: T--mas the T--k E--ine.