Becks Gives Santa 2 Thumbs Up!

Christmas morning. Who has time to put on pants?!

No one would ever guess that this was Beck's first Christmas! He spent the entire Christmas Eve day asking me, "Santa come?". In the middle of our Christmas eve party with family, he eagerly went to bed all by himself while his sister kept a watchful eye on the radar online noting Santa's latest global position. When he turned south from New Brunswick, she made a hurried bee-line to bed, terrified that he'd get to our house quicker than she could fall asleep.

Lucky for her, Santa's arrival was not hinder by any conscious children. Morgan woke us up first at 6am, when she was warily informed that she needed to return to bed or face to very over tired and cranky parents. She quickly obliged and returned an hour later to much more awake parental units. Beck quickly followed Morgan down stairs where the house was filled with squeals and laughter and speculation of what lie beneath the wrapping paper.
Our tradition is to first open the gifts found in the stockings. At first Beck opened his gifts, reluctant to move onto the next surprise due to his interest to just open and play with the first gift. But with the expert example of his older sister, Beck was soon ripping through gift after gift at breakneck speed. Hey, I know we should savor the moment and really take in each gift, but who am I kidding, I remember very clearly that childhood wave of excitement of Christmas morning, when you find yourself tearing through wrapping paper as if your life depended on it. I can't think of anything in my adult life that compares to that feeling... except watching my kids experience it, especially for the first time.
Once all the gifts were opened here, we went to my Dad's house, where the fun started all over again. Word must have gotten out that Beck has a fondness for all things cars and trucks. It is safe to say, Joe may need to build Beck his own garage just to accommodate all his new vehicles. But the day wasn't all just new gifts, Beck also got to meet some more family members and as always he warmed up to them quickly and was soon playing with them and giving them kisses and hugs. By 3pm, with no nap and a belly full of sugar-rific confections, Beck laid in my arms and went to sleep; only the 2nd time he's fallen asleep in my arms. It was a great feeling and reminded me of how wonderfully lucky we are and how amazing it is that he is here with us.

Wishing you all a very happy holiday season and the very best for 2008!


"You'll shoot your eye out, kid."