[ merry, merry christmas ]

christmas with a 2 year old.  need i say more?

christmas eve found us at my parents' house in san antonio.  tradition.  i love tradition.  full of family.  full of joy.  full of fun.  and i look forward to it every single year.  this year was different for us because, although karsyn is only 2, she understood more this time.  she didn't quite get why people were taking gifts from each other though.  my family does a gift exchange game.  she wanted a huge yellow toolbox that was going around.  what in the world would we do with that?  she ended up with a chocolate milk mixer and a load of chocolate to go with it.  maybe we should have stuck with the tool box.  every 2 year old's dream, right?

   

my sweet grandfather made karsyn a cradle for her babies.  i think it was one of her favorites and there is always a baby sleeping in it.  she's even tried to lay in there herself.

 

christmas day.  rudolph came to visit.  what?  you see, karsyn is afraid of santa.  so when we told her santa was going to come see her, she flipped out.  very traumatic.  so, rudolph came.  she was happy, until she saw that rudolph drank all the milk.  he needed more the next morning. 

christmas morning, we headed back to our house to have christmas with david's parents.  our child is a little spoiled, needless to say.  or very well blessed.  whichever way you look at it.