Evans Second Christmas

My son Evan had his first Christmas last year at a whopping four days old.  It was a complete whirlwind.  I don't even really remember it that much, but that could be from the painkillers.

This year Evan was just barely one year old and although I knew he still didn't get it AT ALL, I was excited to see him experience Christmas.

I didn't go overboard in the slightest on gifts for him.  I actually bought him three things.  A mini pillow pet in parrot form.  Some foam letters and numbers for the bath, and some toddler cups.  Exciting huh?  Well, with a birthday and Christmas all within a week, I didn't want to run the risk of causing duplicates, and I felt that it left me the opportunity to go out and buy something later if I felt there was something I wanted for him that he didn't receive.  That, of course, didn't happen.  He got tons of toys and books and clothes.

Anyway, we went downstairs on Christmas morning and when I presented Evan with his gifts I did so by just placing them on the floor for him to explore.  He didn't seem too interested in touching his wrapped birthday gifts so I didn't have high hopes.  But, he went for it.

He was doing an impressive job in my opinion

I should have been expecting the taste test. 

He ripped the paper off in small pieces.  Inspecting and admiring each one.

He was proud of his accomplishments each step of the way.  

Really proud.  And I was proud of him.  

In the end, he got what he really wanted.  A tiny piece of wrapping paper.  

Man I love that kid.