Christmas, part II – Sledding

After our exciting Christmas morning, we went sledding with the Gorton clan. Unfortunately, your Aunt Kyle didn’t quite explain the concept to Mackenzie who just sat on the sled in the parking lot.

We bundled you up and headed to the hill.

Mackenzie was the first to go down.

Then the twins, Ben and Nate, took turns.

Finally, it was your turn, and you loved it.

We all spent the rest of the day going down the hill. The adults, quite possibly, liked it more than you guys, but you all seemed to love it.

 

Merry Christmas, everybody…

The morning started off as it most usually does- with a bowl of Gorilla Munch and milk. Delectable as always.

But as this was no ordinary day, we had more than our ordinary breakfast. Your mom made little tree toasts:

Then she got pissed-off that your dad was taking so many pictures prior to 7 am.

So, after we wrapped up breakfast it was stocking time. Yeah, you may not remember it by the time you’re able to read this – but you were pretty impressed.

Since it was near the top of the socking, we took a few minutes with your elmo-doll-clapping-hands-book thingy. If the ability to clap your hands was a marketable skill, we’d be set for life. You are a hand-clapping fool.

As we went through your stocking, books were definitely your favorite.

That is until we found your new slinky:

Oh, and let’s not forget your new uber-fortress. We’d be remiss if we didn’t mention it because your dad may think it’s supersweet. I mean, seriously, who wouldn’t want this in their room?

Yeah, that’s a tunnel leading to a tee-pee…beat that.

Right, now where were we – oh yeah, present time. You really didn’t have any candy in your stocking. Therefore your mom’s stocking looked pretty tempting.

Everyone got stockings, even the dogs and the decrepit cat (the cat got a heating pad for her old ass.)

Of course we had to rock our Christmas playlist on iTunes.

You didn’t get too hands-on with the unwrapping, so your mom gave you a hand or two.

Holycrap this is tiring, how bout a milk break?

This next photo was posed so you know your father was there.

Your impartial and humble narrator can’t get over how good-looking that guy is.

So, the only time you seemed to get really excited about a present was when it was something wildly inappropriate for you to play with. Case in point:

Don’t worry, dad will probably let you play with the food processor when your mom isn’t looking. If you’re reading this and typing with nubs – my bad.

Hey – nice hat!

Sailor Jerry pants, check.

Christmas tree destruction, check. Maybe next year we’ll have one that you’re not as tall as.

Rockin chair time, oh yes!

But, lest we lose our linear narrative, here’s the aftermath of the Christmas-present donnybrook:

Ever wonder how parents (well, you parents anyway) deal with all that excessive Christmas baby energy?

Ah, that tasted like joy AND noel.

See ya next time, pal! And thank you, everyone, for all of the presents!