Yesterday was Christmas. We took about a zillion pictures and your dad shot a bunch of footage, and I have no time to go through it all because I have a lot on my plate, like, say, I'm having a baby in 12 hours.
Here's the short version: Peg Peg and Tex flew in from Florida and we picked them up from the airport and brought them home for a big turkey dinner with your dad and Grandma Sue. Then we all got to open presents.
The Laney Guide To Opening Gifts:
STEP ONE: Pick up a gift from the pile and suggest, "'Ets open it and see what it is!"
STEP TWO: Open it, even if it doesn't belong to you, and announce, "I wub it!"
Grandpops and Grammy CC sent you a handheld computer doohickey, which will only make you more technically proficient than you already are. I'm sure it's just a matter of time 'til you hack that Leapster Explorer and use it to write html code to create your own animal-saving apps.
Philip sent us a beautiful Pendleton blanket and sent your dad some antique buffalo gloves, which might take the prize as Most Bizarre Gift under the tree. On the other hand, we can never say we had to return them because we got two of the same thing.
Peg Peg and Tex got you a barn with animals (all of which, as you might guess, need "saving") and a set of horses for the stable.
You and Peg Peg both got funny hats. As our official family hat model, Dad took yours for a spin.
Grandma Sue put together an entire wardrobe of play clothes and dress-up items for you.
Still, at the end of the day, you prefer to be naked. In a snow tube.
We all went to bed last night feeling exhausted-but-blessed, because as cool as all this stuff was, it was just the preamble to the greatest gift of all: your brother.
Love,
Mom
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