Early Christmas morning, KiSA and I heard SK exclaim in a slow crescendo, "Ohhhh! Ohhhh, Santa Claus came!"
He ran into our room having reached peak volume and pitch and shouted, "Mom! Dad! He ate the cookies! Look at the socks!"
With that, he made it all worth it.
The rest of the morning flew by with the reading of the Christmas story, present opening, breakfast, assembly (poor KiSA), and full-throttle play with each new toy.
Santa put battery-operated bubble blowers in the stockings.
He also brought SK a miniature SuperMario key chain-type game.
WB couldn't resist pestering his older brother. He just looked like he needed a cool breeze. Change the toys in this scene, replay it 100 times, and you have a normal day at our house.
But goodwill was flowing while the gifts were being opened. See the excitement? Unlike us, he has yet to tire of the songs this Spiderman toy sings. Often.
Having just celebrated birthdays, WB needed no direction about how to dive into a gift. Each time, he had a wonderful look of curiosity and wonder on his face. He loved everything. In fact, I think he was excited about being excited.Thanks to all who went through so much to ship gifts to us. You are very kind and very much appreciated!
