I've managed to do a sufficient job of neglecting the blog for the entire month. And, while It’s highly unlikely that you’ve been checking in every day wondering what we’ve been up to, I still find the need to update you. My apologies. Look on the bright side-this post will be filled with ridiculously cute pictures of the little man-that is if you can see him around my ever expanding belly.
We built a snowman that melted the next day. PS-This winter rocks.
We left out Christmas cookies for Santa and reindeer food for Rudolph. We were amazed that they ate them and left us a note and presents in return!
We celebrated Christmas morning as a family of 3 for the last time ever.
We headed to Grandma and Papa’s house for Christmas dinner where the spoiling rotten continued coupled with lots of cousins to run around with and rounded off with three pieces of pie-for Tyson, not me. Also, sometime after dinner and present opening our kid stripped to his diapers and started a dance party. Because nothing says "Merry Christmas" like stripping to your skivies and dancing without any music.
It’s true that there is something magical about Christmas with young kids. I’ve always loved this time of year, but watching Tyson enjoy it makes me love it tenfold. My heart will probably explode into a million little candy cane pieces next year when I watch my 10 month old and 3 year old enjoy it together.