Christmas in Pictures

The stockings were hung...

The amount of gifts under the tree seems to be growing exponential every year. I think it is because we have the 3 girls, plus Wyatt, buying gifts instead of just my parents.  Each of us had at least 2 presents for each family member, sometimes more.  It is a little ridiculous and I have to admit to being a little embarrassed about the quantity. One of Wyatt's favorite gifts was a kid's digital camera that Terry gave to him. He took a picture of every gift he got and the tree and almost everything else. He was being very patient waiting for the girls to get up and even took a picture of Santa's half eaten cookies.

I have been talking a lot about taking Wyatt skiing this winter (if we get any snow, none yet).  I think it is best to start them off early.  Most of my skiing stuff I have outgrown or lost through the years.  It has been almost 5 years for me.  I am proud to say that Wyatt and I are now set for the slopes.  I got him a helmet and goggles, that he would try on periodically try on throughout the day.  Becca got me goggles and Mom got me a new NorthFace and snow pants.

Wyatt's last present was a box with a note from Santa inside.  It said "Dear Wyatt, I can't fit your last present under the tree.  Go check on the back deck.  Merry Christmas! Love, Santa"  Lizzy read the note to Wyatt and he BOOKED it outside, ran right past the HUGE power wheels fire truck and looked up on the roof.  Clearly, if Santa was going to leave him a gift it would be on the roof.  When he finally saw the truck his entire face lit up.  It was the best part of Christmas.  We eventually moved it inside so he could really see it instead of sitting out in the cold.  Lizzy gave him an entire fireman outfit that he insisted on wearing while riding in his truck. So worth every penny.

The maiden voyage.  He took driving very seriously.  He would be smiling from ear to ear then put his foot on the gas pedal and go very serious.  I kept on telling him to stay by the curb and he kept telling me "I can't, Mom.  I don't have my divers' license yet. And my sirens are on so the cars will move out of the way."  Did I mention the very loud working sirens? Finally, Lizzy drew him up a fake divers' license.  I am envisioning hours of fun this summer.  Now, if only we had somewhere to store it for the winter.  I told Dad that he might need to build a garage for it.

Traditionally, we have an epic board game the day after Christmas. This year, the board game was over shadowed be the HUGE amount of Lego's Wyatt received.  At one point the 3 of us were building while Wyatt stood by and supervised.  He has got us all whipped.  Dad bought Wyatt and I this sorting system that I just spent an hour organizing.  I am about 1/2 way done.  As I am typing, Cash fell into the whole thing, knocking everything to the floor.  I am listening to this happening right now.  I refuse to look.  That dog will be the end of me.  My bedroom is coined the "Lego Room" that is how many new sets he got.  His train table has been dismantled to carry the load.  I wouldn't have it any other way.

This Christmas was awesome.  As Wyatt gets older, experiencing the magic through his eyes is breath taking.  The spirit, the love, the joy, the excitement of Christmas lives in his every move.  Its contagious.  My Christmas spirit was feed by his.  It makes spending all this money so worth it.  Out of all my Christmas's, all of the wonder of my childhood, this Christmas was by far the best because I got to make Christmas magical for my boy.