Sometimes He's So Cute I Just Can't Even Hardly Stand It

Let's set the scene: today at noon in a booth at Moe's. It sounded a little something like this...

Him: (Mouth full of taco from his Power Wagon kid's meal.) "Vis is a wily wily yummy donut I have here, 'fanks for gettin' me vis donut!

Me: (Choking back the giggles.) "Honey, that's a taco, what you're eating is called a taco."

Him: "Oh, yeah (taco pieces from from his overstuffed little mouth)...I was being silly."

Backhanded Praise from my Toddler

"You're doin' a really good job drivin', Mom...it's not your fault the road is so bumpy."

Christmas Day: Sunday Xmas Extension

Yep...still opening gifts today at 2pm...he finally realized that the pile of gifts still under the tree might actually be his. He doesn't rip and tear his way through presents...after opening one, he's done for a good long while. I was planning on re-wrapping everything that was left in birthday wrap...but he opened them all this afternoon. 'Bout time.

Christmas Day: 6:45am-12:00noon

We finally had to peel him off the couch and away from the television to eat some lunch and open some gifts.

Christmas Day: 6:30am

The Xbox has been unwrapped and hooked up...we will not see him again for a while...

Christmas Day: 6:15am

Still bleary, but we have made our way off the couch and have started opening presents.

Christmas Day: 6:00am

No, he doesn't looked please that I already have my camera warmed up and ready to go...but I was not pleased that Christmas morning started at the ungodly hour of 6:00am...so we're even.