Jack's first Christmas

[trof]

Well, it's his first "real" Christmas. Last year he was only 6 months old.
This year is WAY better.
He caught on to the rip-open-the-pretty-paper-and-there's-something-GOOD-inside idea pretty fast. He's happy to "help" you open your presents as well as his own. Jack is very considerate, yes he is. Pretty soon, we are knee-deep in wrapping paper.
I hope he doesn't want to do this again tomorrow.

The high point of the morning was when Nasha-the-Dog helped Jack open one of his presents. She is his new best friend, so it just doesn't get any better than this.
Ace-the-Cat is still hiding in the garage.

Some of Jack's gifts were clothes, but he has NO time for these and they go flying over his shoulder with a toss as he moves on to the next toy gift. He is a huge fan of the Wiggles and is just as happy with the tag on the toy because it has a picture of the Wiggles on it.

So far, Jack's favorite thing is the big box that one of grandpa's gifts came in. He hunkers down inside and grandpa closes the lid. Jack jumps up and scares the bejesus out of all of us and then he laughs. Over and over again. This trick NEVER gets old. We have our own, live, Jack-In-The-Box.

After we open our gifts we have breakfast. Jack has a spoonful of grits, three Junior Mints (hey, it's Christmas!), and a bite of banana. He's through. More? No thanks. Sure? I SAID NO!

Jack is all tuckered out and getting a little cranky. Mommy says it's naptime and, for once, Jack doesn't argue.
Sleep tight, Jack. When you get up we'll go out and play with your new toys.