Christmas

Ho,Ho,Ho MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
That seems to come way to early as I'm getting older. I think back to when Jennifer (my cousin) and I used to not be able to sleep on Christmas Eve and when Santa yelled Ho,Ho,Ho Merry Christmas we jumped out of bed without the slightest delay. This year as I heard those words I wait all year to hear, I though to myself "man, Brady's not even up yet, I should have like 30 more minutes to sleep." Jason and I layed there waiting to see if Brady would wake from Santa's Ho Ho Ho and slowly he did, just as hesitantly as we did, rubbing his eyes looking around as if to say, "mom, dad, what was that and why did someone wake me."
Before going to bed Christmas Eve I realized that this would be my last Christmas for a LONG LONG time that I would be able to sleep lateish and not have to rush rush rush to get through presents, as next year my baby will really get the Christmas thing.
Well that thought was true and would have held strong except Barr and Cassie wanted to do Christmas early so they could get to her parents, it's funny how Christmas can change because of marriage but that's an entire other story. So it was earlier than I would have liked and a bit more rushed than I had hoped but still a very nice Christmas.
Once up, Brady rushed to the top of the stairs looking for Da (this is what he calls his Grandpa), waiting as patiently as he could for mom to help him down the stairs. We got downstairs and he saw Da and rushed over to see what this was all about. We opened his stocking, putting mine to the side, and he got 3 Hot wheels. He took those cars and was so excited and left the room. You see Barr and Cassie have a 4 month old dog who felt she needed to be the center of attention so Brady had no room to play without getting trampled on by the dog. So off he went to play alone with his cars. We tried and tried to get him to open other presents but he wasn't into it, he wanted to play with his cars. So we got him to help with a few presents and he enjoyed opening them but didn't care about what was inside. As the day went on and the dog left, he went back into the family room and walked around looking at all his new toys. He picked his blocks first, sat on the floor and waited for mom to cut the tag so he could open them. He played with those for a bit, then his cars again, later he picked up his farm equipment toys and wanted them open. He patently waited for mom to undo a million twist wires then played with them. He was such a good boy, and seemed to really have a great time. Sometimes I wonder if Christmas is more for the parents or for the kids. It sure is amazing how times have changed. Once so excited because Santa was coming and I couldn't wait to see what he got me, now so excited because Santa was coming and I couldn't wait to see what Brady got.
I will post pictures soon, as I haven't got them on here yet.