This morning was probably the most fun that I have had a Christmas, well, ever! Luke woke up a little earlier than he usually does. When we came out, he saw a giant red Radio Flier under the tree. His eyes got huge and I told him Santa had been here. He looked at me, looked back at the wagon and whispered, "Santa". It was perfect. After he got done opening things, which took quite a while because he wants to play with everything as soon as he opens it, I tried to get him out of his PJs and into a dry diaper and an outfit. He was too excited. He roamed around here in a diaper that was pretty much dragging the ground because it was so wet for almost an hour before Brian finally pinned him down and changed him. He wanted to go outside and play and we kept telling him that he had to have clothes on first. He disagreed. He promptly put on one shoe and continued to run as fast as he could all over the house, in just a diaper and one shoe. I could not stop laughing at him.
I look forward to next year when he will have an even greater understanding of what is happening. I tried to take him to see Santa this year so we could get a picture, but Luke was not interested and I didn't want to force him to sit on the strange man's lap. Santa waved at him, he glared back and told me he was ready to go. So no Santa this year.
I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday.
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