Then there was some zoning out at dinner while Brad's wife Lori gave him a splendid back rub (something's he's loved since he was teeny tiny):
We had one meltdown which required some away time...in the nursery where he found his bestest train friend Percy:
This find brought much joy:
Which was followed by some 'who the heck are you, mommy says not to talk to strangers' anxiety (this was as close as we could get him to Santa this year. Oh well):
We came home just in time to start making cookies for Santa:
I showed him how to use the dough dropper:
He had to show me my dough dropper:
Had to do some more stirring:
And then had to put the dough globs (from the second batch) on the pan all by himself as well as putting Santa's cookies on the plate:
After all was said and done, he had his bath, sippy cup cuddle, T'was The Night Before Christmas story time, all followed by the quickest and hardest crash since his birthday fun (he was rubbing his blanket wad over his face just as I snapped, so his face is blurry):
And while visions of trains named Percy and Thomas danced in his head, Santa helped me wrap his presents and set them just so under the tree:
I'm so excited for Christmas morning I can't hardly stand it. Whoever says Christmas is just for kids is SO wrong. It's for the kids' parents so they can see their children's faces.
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