Alex is all boy … he just loves toy cars and trucks. And although this little fire truck is self-propelled, he prefers “driving” it himself. In fact, he’s probably logged 500 miles this weekend … all on his knees! 
Well, Adam has learned to climb the stairs …
And he’s pretty proud of himself 
Hot on the heals of the toilet paper terrorists, I cautiously enter the living room, and although I think I’m prepared for anything, I stand aghast at the unbelievable carnage unveiled before me…
The culprits must have employed the very latest in stealth technology because Mom and Dad were none the wiser that such destruction was being perpetrated against our unsuspecting home. So, if you come across these little mischief-makers, don’t be fooled by their look of innocence…
They’re experts in mess-making!
Yesterday, Adam took a little tumble and earned a pretty good shiner in the process. I’m afraid he’s not going to make a very good boxer if he keeps leading with his face…
Since his birth, Adam has continually bumped, scratched, knocked, hit, and drove his melon into or against the floor, wall, table, chair, his brother, my head, the washing machine, the television, and oh so much more. Taken collectively, his markings would resemble those of the famous Jake LaMotta, the “Raging Bull!”
( sigh )
Alas, ’tis the price of a curious, headstrong child…
The boys got a bouncing, spinning, noise-making, and light flashing horse for Christmas…
and they feel just like the Lone Ranger!
(at least they would if they knew who the Lone Ranger was)
Of course, only one could be the Lone Ranger, the other would have to be Tonto!
Although this was technically the boys second Christmas, it was the first time they really knew (or at least had an idea that) something was going on.
Their stockings were hung by the chimney with care…
Were you boys good this year? I don’t know….
Finally! They got to open their presents!
Of course they would rather play with the wrapping paper, than the presents…
Now we have to get all this stuff back home! I’m thinking we’ll need a U-Haul! ( sigh )
Over the river and through the woods to Great Grandpa’s house we go…
A family tradition: The whole family–parents, children, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles–all get together on Christmas Eve to have dinner and exchange gifts. It’s mainly an event for the kids, but the adults, most of them anyway , get into it, too. This was my first Christmas home in almost 10 years, and the twins first. They had a blast, too (Adam was such a show-off, and Alex just loved being held).
There were so many gifts, it took three people to pass them out…
Cindy helped the kids open presents …
The boys hanging out with their cousin Eddie…
