Merry and Bright

We had a perfectly lovely, quiet Christmas with the Jerousek side of the family, who ventured to Iowa to spend the holiday with us. This was the first Christmas in which G seemed to understand the festivities, which made it especially fun. G woke up Christmas morning asking, "Where's Santa?" He seemed a little worried that he might still be downstairs. When we assured him that Santa was back home in the North Pole, G bounced down the stairs to see if Santa delivered any cars or trains {he did}.

G checking out his stash on Christmas morning. 

M opening his first present.

Trying out new toys...

...and a new hat.

All smiles.

Dunking with his new basketball hoop.

It was warm enough to take a walk to the park, not a snowflake in sight.

It is next to impossible to get a family picture in which no one is crying or wiggling these days. Forget smiling and looking at the camera. This was as close as it gets.

 Merry Christmas and many blessings in the new year. We are counting ours.