We got up this morning with great expectations. Surely Santa had brought us wonderful things.
One glance below the tree and we knew that something was amiss.
A closer look confirmed our suspicions.
Instead of a pony and a shotgun, we were “blessed” with 18+ years of headache and responsibility.
Alden saw things differently.
Apparently, she was pleased by our bounty.
We brought the thing to the table. It behaved itself passably well during breakfast.
After pancakes, we turned to the presents in earnest. Auntie Maiko is visiting from Vancouver.
My favorite present of all (which was not a present to me), was this clever glasses/straw combo, a gift from Grandpa John and Grandma Judy to Alden.
Who knew drinking milk could be so fun?
Alden, initially skeptical, eventually agreed to a sip.
Alden’s favorite present: a bag full of colorful fish from Sarah.
Thank you Sarah.
My favorite present: the bag of mini sun buns hand delivered by Michael the Baker this morning. They were still warm, which is to say, they were perfect. I would show you a photo, but alas, they are gone.
Merry Christmas, everyone. Here’s hoping your living rooms are cozy and your fridges are full of egg nog.
