To be a kid again.

I remember as a child, how tough it was to go to sleep Christmas Eve and how 5 a.m. never came quick enough. I know Max will not remember Christmas at 18 months of age, but we'll be able to show him this when he's older. (I recommend turning off the music at the bottom of my blog.)

And these:

Max playing with his trains. Notice how neat and orderly the set it. (Thanks to mom and dad's hard work the night before).
Look at it now. Pure chaos...Godzilla!
Sammy opening a present at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Clothes...boring (says Max), but totally necessary (says Mommy). Thanks grandma!
His new wheels. He also got an electric motorcycle. Kid has more forms of transportation than we do.

Christmas Eve.

The last time my boys will wear Santa suits together...for at least another year. I wonder what age is too old?

The week before Christmas.

Opening presents from Grandma Cindy and Grandpa Dave. We love our gifts!