I don’t really have a huge narrative about our Christmas this year to share with you. Why? Well, I’m still recovering from the whole experience, to be honest, and I feel like if I don’t share a few photos and anecdotes right now, it may never happen.
Christmas 2010 was totally focused on our little boy, and that’s why it was so special. He was spoiled, without question, and was actually so overwhelmed by the gifts that it took us all day to open all of them. While he may still be a little too young at 16-months to fully grasp the concepts of Christmas, he has definitely been enjoying the new toys, and it’s sweet to see him so excited.
It’s strange, in a way, to be on this side of life now. I can still remember vividly the thrill of believing in Santa myself, and the sleepless Christmas Eve nights I spent with my younger brother, just waiting for the right time to bound down the stairs to catch the first glimpse of the tree, with so many toys beneath. I now own the same home I grew up in, and to enjoy Christmas morning with my own little boy, in this house? Well, it is a surreal and emotional thing to say the least.
So, while the past few days have been exhausting for everyone, they have also been exciting and heartwarming. We thoroughly enjoyed spending time with family, and as always, I’m a little sad to see the season pass for another year. I do know, however that Evan’s excitement is only going to grow for the next few years, which gives me something to look very forward to.
Of course, there had to be some chaos in this story, right? Well, this morning at about 1:00 a.m., Evan started throwing up. I mean, violent, terrible, projectile throw-up. The poor guy struggled with this all night, and now Zach is sick. I am crossing my fingers that I have avoided it. Never fails!