Christmas Eve was spent in tradition--a Christmas bath and "first present" opened, followed by our traditional Christmas Eve donuts and watching A Christmas Story. Dave joined us for the first time this year. He was into it.
And spend much of the movie dancing around the room in a blur.
Christmas morning came. We are still at a point in our lives as parents that we wake up before Dave--waiting in anticipation for him to wake. When we heard him stirring, Bart went in and told him Santa had FINALLY come and brought him presents. Dave squealed in delight and came running down the hall to the glowing tree and presents.
"I open it," with a sweet smile and gently touching one of his presents.
Bart's dad made a gorgeous Noah's ark for Dave, complete with lots of wooden animals. It instantly became a family treasure.
It was so fun this year now that Dave is understanding and getting into the Santa Claus thing. We opened gifts and made a slight change of Christmas dinner plans and headed to my mom's after hearing that my sister and her son were very sick. Dinner pulled together nicely. We missed some of the family that was unable to be there, but were glad to spend it with some of our family.
Sunday morning I caught Bart in his Sunday best wrestling around with Dave in his new play tent. (Btw, can I brag that I got this for 80% off for $5? It has a really cool tunnel. Just sayin'.) Love these guys.
And now we're soaking up the last bit of the weekend and hanging out with our new toys, feeling so blessed to have family and loved ones and each other, and most importantly the Lord in our lives.

