I must admit I was a little worried about the big Santa gift – the 40+ inch Winnie the Pooh. I mean, really, you should have seen the box he came in. It was about the size of my car and was so big that we literally ‘hid’ the box in full sight in the dining room because there was no where else that it would fit. I figured it would either scare her witless or she would love, love, love it.
Chalk one up for Mama. It was a home run. She more than loved it. She ADORED it.
All day long she loved on him, she kissed him, she hugged him, she sat on him.
“My Pooh, Mama?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Ohhhhhh. THANK you.”
She even ate sugar cookies with him.
Yeah, they had red icing. How’d you guess?
Mickey and Minnie got their share of attention, too.
As did the easel and accessories from Grandma and Grandpa. Even though this wasn’t technically a Santa gift it ended up being gifted on Christmas morning since we kind of forgot that it needed to be assembled. Twice, since J refused to read the instructions the first time.
Look…a tender moment between dad and daughter. One in which he gives a 2 year old a whiteboard marker and then turns her loose.
Which, on further reflection, was not a good idea at all. If you look closely at the pictures you can see the progression of marker on clothes, skin, and brand new stuffed animals. FYI: baby wipes will remove most fresh dry-erase marker from clothing and Disney characters. Trust me on this.
There were also stickers and stampers, of course.
The morning ended in something resembling the aftermath of a really successful keg party what with Mickey passed out on the side, Pooh somewhat askew, a shoe hanging from the fireplace, and Minnie in a less than ladylike pose.
Yeah, we all needed a nap after this Christmas morning.
I thought you were only supposed to hang stockings on the mantle?