Christmas Eve, which means it's all about wrapping and more wrapping and the putting together of toys (we have a long night ahead of us, I think) and baking, and more baking and then of course eating, and more eating.
My sister got in to town late on Thursday, an event Wyatt has been waiting for weeks to happen because I told him we'd bake more sugar cookies when she got here. It was the first thing we did after his nap yesterday.
We took Wy to see Santa on Wednesday, and you guys. This kid was so out of his mind excited to see Santa. We waited a good hour and a half (sadly, a very good time considering it's the week of Christmas), so to pass the time I hooked up his headphones to the iPad so he could watch a few shows instead of asking us every three seconds if it was time to see Santa.
When it was finally his turn he was just electric, and ran straight up to him. The woman taking his picture didn't even have to say anything, as soon as he heard, "1, 2..." he flipped his head around and gave us the cheesiest grin I've ever seen.
I wouldn't have been surprised in the least if he'd whipped out some jazz hands.
Every picture was the same, his cheeks nearly bursting from grinning so hard. Apparently he asked for an "esthcavator", just like Curious George (a particular episode he's hooked on). A relief, since I've been trying to steer him away from asking for two more fellerbunchers ("A mommy and a Daddy one"). It worked! We're saved! And none of us can wait for Christmas morning.
Merry Christmas, everyone!