Christmas was different this year--we opened a few presents at home in the morning; then we got dressed, went to my mom's house, opened a few more presents, and then...
...I don't entirely remember what else we did. Once we got to my mom's house, I completely forgot to get out my camera for the rest of the day. D'oh! I remember that there was food, and Guitar Hero was involved. And I probably took a nap. And...well, who knows.
So anyway, here's the first few minutes of Christmas. The rest is lost to history.
Our tiny tree on top of the presents. This is how we set it up every year. Makes the pile look bigger, huh?
He still refuses to rip open presents. I think he's confused--he's not allowed to tear paper most of the time, so he doesn't understand why it's sometimes okay to rip open wrapping paper.
Socks! Thanks, Grandma!
The aftermath. Notice the millions of Mr. Potato Head bits. That's an entirely different story for a later blog.