They say that Christmas is all about the children. Nathan and I found out just how true that was this year. Between the two of us we received about 7 presents, and Tristan got about 15. Here he is with just part of the stash.
He took a great deal of pleasure tearing paper off each present, and handing each little strip to somebody. Sometimes he needed to sample the paper to make sure of its quality.
He may look a little unsure of Auntie Caroline’s puppet, but since this photo was taken, it’s become one of his favorite things. He’ll pick it up and carry it over to Nathan or me, babbling loudly, demanding that we put it on and then eat his toes. Or his weeble wobbles, which are another favorite. Turns out you just can’t knock them down.
Like any kid, he was more interested in toys than clothes. Every single item of clothes that he unwrapped was unceremoniously tossed on the floor before he even looked at them.
Grampa came over a few days after Christmas, and had some really good bonding time with a slightly-under-the-weather Tristan. Alas, I didn’t get any really good photos, but this is at least a record shot of some decent snuggle time.