Being a crotchety old fart at times, Christmas was something I had become fairly apathetic about until I had my daughter. Christmas with a 2 year old is a blast — she’s provided much entertainment for all.
She also has the best quotes of the holiday so far.
From early Christmas morning:
"I like Santa. He can come again."
and from just after nap time…
"My presents! They all disappeared!!!" (accompanied by a look of abject horror until she was persuaded that Grandad had in fact just tidied them up.)
I ate entirely too much food, hung out with family and generally had a splendid time. I hope all of you were doing the same thing or something equally relaxing…