Good Christmas Morning, I woke up at 8 and waiting anxiously for an hour before James and Rosie woke up.
Rosie, I think, thought the presents under the tree thing was a set up or a trick. I let her out of her room and she cried for me to pick her up, then I finally convinced her to come out into the living room (she saw the gifts the whole time). Once in the living room she hid behind my legs until I got her to run to her father where she did this timid face thing.
|I mean really, does that look like a kid on Christmas morning?|
|So I handed her a stocking and she pulled out a baby orange thing and a baby tub of play dough and she was on her way, in the car. Notice the wrapped gifts still in her trunk?|
|It took us a while to get to this stage, the gift bag she is holding is empty, it held grandma's gift.|
|But she loved opening those gifts when she decided it was time to do so.|
|And she was a bit OCD when it came to opening them, she had to make sure all the wrapping was off and tape and all (kinda cute if you ask me, I would love it if she were a neat freak, because I am not)|
|see, every last bit of paper and tape|
|sharing her baby's bottle|
(notice my new laptop in the background in which I am composing this blog? There are also tickets to see Wicked back there, uber awesome!)
|And no stroller is complete without a cat riding in it....Daddy's idea|
|The second stroller and pack n play were a gift from cousin McKenna and Allison, and it fits Rosie just right, with her baby bottle.|
And that was our Christmas!