In my family, we have always gathered on the steps on Christmas morning. No one is allowed to peek in the living room, where Santa leaves the presents, and we walk in together once everyone is ready.
As a child, it can be frustrating to wait for all the adults to get shower, fix their hair, make coffee, etc. I know I'm technically an adult now, but I still try to wait until the last minute to stroll out in my pajamas so I can avoid the wait. Maybe this is why there are no good pictures of me to include!
Isaac was too young to know that Christmas morning is any different from any other morning, so he enjoyed the wait. He was always happy when his Dee-Da was holding him.
Above, the mad face is kind of cute but definitely not his best...However, I see a lot of this these days as he learns to deal with his emotions, so I thought I'd include it. Not sure what he's reacting to...
Almost time...
Cousin Lucy
Aunt Jane
Santa brought Isaac a stocking and a remote control fire truck.
He spent a while trying to figure it out, then seemed to think it was possessed...and started throwing it.
Back to the ride-on fire truck from Taylor.
Turning it over to figure out the wheels...this little guy has a lot of engineer blood in him.
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