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.
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.