So. Um, maybe Frank, Eddie and Finn slept softly. Anyway.
Eddie woke up somewhere around 5am, turned the light on in his room and shuffled and played and did whatever a three year old boy does when he is up by himself. He called for Frank around 6, and poor Frank tried desperately to get him back to sleep to no avail. Obviously :)
Ohandplusalso? Have you ever tried to keep a toddler out of the room that Santa has so graciously left lots of cool presents while you wait for your medical patient dad to get out of bed and while you wait for you mom to come back from checking the traps in the back? Wait, what? You don't try and catch your Christmas dinner?
{Fresh, free range meat.}
(Jesus Christ, I'm just kidding. This little guy has been living under my parent's patio for a while and of course they caught him when we were all there to ooh and ahh over him.)
So anyway, I'm practically tackling Eddie to keep him in the hallway and finally we get the ok to release the beast. No, not the possum...Eddie!
And let me tell you, three is the year for Christmas awesomeness. The look on his face when he saw the toys, the bite out of the cookie, the rocking chair that Santa pulled up to take a quick break....it was wonderful. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending how you look at it) my camera would not take pictures when Eddie walked into the room. I just could not get it to work, so I threw it down and realized that I'd rather just save the moments for myself. Soak it all in, and soak I did. For pretty much the entire day, the camera stayed pushed to the side. So there aren't many pictures, but the memories are plenty.
{construction set (with oats to play in) and a drum set}
{Naughty Santa! He left sooty footprints from the fireplace to the toys! Eddie was APPALLED. there's nothing more that boy hates than a mess. Except the ones he makes, obviously}
{fireplace door open, wood pushed aside, soot trail. Next year we've decided that Santa is going to have to wipe his boots on a mat}
{Eddie showing Nanna the footprints. I'm not kidding when I say that he was very disturbed by this. Also? I knew this was going to bother the crap out of him. Hehe!}
{Ah, the drums. Yes, maybe I was a little crazy. But I have to say that he doesn't beat them to be loud, he plays with purpose, really and truly, to try and make the best sound possible. This boy? He is musical.}
{ba-rum-bum-bum-bum}
{love, fascination. and now I feel a little guilty getting him the cheapest drum set ever. LOL! i figure if he loves it, we'll get a better set}
{can you believe it? The only picture of Finn from Christmas. Sorry bud! He was having so much fun watching big brother and was absolutely crazy for his little Scout dog}
Goodness, we had fun. Eddie even napped, we stopped by Frankie's family for a quick hello and went back to my parent's for possibly the best dinner my mom has ever made. Uncle Mac and Aunt Amy were there, and I think Eddie called "Uuuuncle Maaaaaaac" more times than any of us could count. That boy is crazy for his Uncle.