Do you hear what I hear?

Truly, this was one of the best Christmases in a long, long time. Having a certain bug-eyed toddler there to "oh! and ah!" over everything seemed to have made all the difference. The big gifts this year from Santa were a Diego Rescue Center, a mountain tunnel (for his birthday train set), and a toy trumpet. He was appropriately awestruck when he came downstairs to find them under the tree. So awestruck, that for once, he was not sure what to say and was actually fairly quiet over the whole thing at first. Until he fully woke up, of course, and then he was a bat out of hell All Day Long. Banana cream pie will do that to a 2 year old, I suppose.

Speaking of Santa, it was totally and utterly kickass to play the part. I am unapologetic and firmly in the camp of Believer now. Seriously - it was SO MUCH fun setting everything up the night before. I was so jittery with excitement that I had trouble sleeping and I even got up before Arun in the morning. Yeah - something was seriously wrong with that scenario. Ahem.

Anyway, it was a really nice Christmas. Not overly done - the kids got plenty of presents, but nothing extravagant. The past few days have been mostly about eating and hanging out with family.

As it should be.


Damn Cat

This year's Christmas card. I could not help myself, although I know that most of the recipients probably did not "get" it. And yes, even though I have kids now, I am still that dork that sends a picture of her cat. Sue me. Go ahead.

The Glasses Are Half Full

The Hat

Yes, all the sharp corners in such close proximity to his peepers gave me a coronary, but I still managed to snap a pic before yanking the damned thing off.

Santa Baby

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