Christmastime

The happiness that was Christmas. Watching our babe open gifts for the first time was everything and more. This one goes down in the books as my absolute favorite.

We originally made this ginger bread cookies for Santa but Richie decided that Old St. Nick would be just as happy with chocolate chip so we've had nothing but crumbs left.

His fascination with our snow globes was nothing short of magical. If only we could see the world the way they do. 

This is our little spot in the morning. He waves goodbye to his Dad out the window then we sit and have a drink. He has his juice and I have my coffee. Here he is trying to tell me a story. I’m not sure what that story is but his animated facial expressions, hand gestures and blah blah blahs are at an all time high. He has also been sharing his food and really won’t stop holding it out until you eat it. It’s very cute that he wants to share but we are all, “no thanks, kid.” Especially when it’s a half eaten snack covered in slobber. ​

Dad comes home. The babe runs to hug him, Dad changes his clothes, they lay in front of the tree together and snuggle. Then, I run like a crazy lady to find my camera and snap because my goodness this is so darn sweet.