December 26

The tree is back in its box. The lights are down. The downstairs of our home has been restored. I'm not itching to be "done with Christmas," but the last few days have been overwhelming. Travel + a zillion gifts + three or so different family get togethers + an 11 month old baby = 1 tired mamma.

So, the fastest way to gain my sanity was to put it all away and resume semi-nomral life. I couldn't let the holidays escape without comment about the world's cutest baby. Grant, even though a bit young for it all, liked Christmas. He loves being held, talked to, played with, and so you can imagine that he considered the week long love fest a real winner. He has more toys and clothes than he knows what to do with... he needs another room just to house his gear. I think I need to have a talk with the grandparents about his birthday...

Here's Grant in new pjs (1 of 3, mind you). He is sitting in Bret's old toddler chair. He thought he was hot stuff.




Here's Grant in new pjs (2 of 3) playing with some of his new toys in his new igloo tent.
Overall, it was the best Christmas ever. Nothing beats a baby in new pjs, snuggling up with you under a blanket in front of the fire. Nothing.

Bonus footage: Here's Grant's famous scoot. He kind of forgets how to get to his knees from a sitting position, so for the last month or so, he has scooted everywhere. Here's the real deal (sorry it might be a bit dark).