Christmas Morning

Christmas morning didn't quite start out as we'd expected. Oliver stayed in his bed the whole night, a bit of a miracle, and didn't wake up until after 8 (earlier than normal, but definitely not too early for Christmas). The thing that really threw us though was that when Oliver did finally get out of bed he was crying. He came straight to our room. But he was so sad. Why? He wanted us to already be out of bed when he got up. He was sad that we weren't awake yet.

Needless to say we got up and ready as quickly as possible. We took him to the bathroom to blow his nose and wipe his tears. And we tried to get him excited to go see what Santa brought. That didn't work out so well.

Santa delivered. He brought exactly what Oliver asked for:
Chuggington trains and the Toy Story train.


But it still took a few minutes for Oliver to actually get excited about it. It was really only 2 or 3 minutes from photo #1 to photo #4, but it felt so long.

#1 - so sad Oliver on the way to see what Santa brought
#2 - not quite sure if he's ready to be excited yet
#3 - dad got right in there and started playing with the trains
#4 - the huge smile and excitement we were waiting for!