Presents Under the Tree

This is a slow Monday morning. Sam and I are coming off of a weekend filled with Christmas celebrations, and we are wiped out.

On Saturday, we had Christmas at Eric's dad's house. It was a mess of adults, kids, cookies, and tissue paper. The first present Sam opened was a train flashlight. As soon as enough paper was off for Sam to see what it was, he said, "Oooooooh!" and ran in place watching his aunt get the rest of the paper off. He was SO excited. The presents just kept coming. He got a little overwhelmed in the middle of opening, so I took him in the other room to play with his flashlight. After less than a minute, he was ready to go back in with a clear head.

On Sunday, we had Christmas at my dad's house. We take turns opening presents, so it was much calmer. Sam is now the one-year-old owner of his own CD player and remote control car. He remained pumped up through the whole thing. Each gift warranted either an "Oooooh!" or an "Awwww!" and lots of running, jumping, and twisting. When he pushed the button to make his car go, he simply screamed in delight.

Now we're completely exhausted. I'm not going to tell him that we're doing it all again next week...