Happy Santa Day!

Yep, the fat guy found us too. A little secret...it was so much fun to actually be the fat guy this year! Daddy and Mommy spent all day yesterday alternating turns in the secret garage putting together Collin's toys for the big reveal today. For anyone who doesn't know what the plan was; we built the little guy his own play room in the garage for his Christmas present. Let me tell you, it was tough waiting until yesterday to put the whole thing together! But, we didn't want to spoil the surprise.

We thought that heck, the tool bench and kitchen would be some assembly required; maybe a few doors to hang, a few screws to turn. Nope. It was like assembling a house from lumber. No, I take that back. It was like assembling a house from forest, chopping down the trees first. It was crazy. The darn pieces had to be cut from the plastic, then shaved from their little nubs, then assembled. It was crazy! Bryon and I "bonded," over this experience. And, I must admit, despite the number of hours it took and the fact that it took razor blades and exacto knives to complete the task, there were no harsh words or stabbings involved. What a testament to our marriage!

Alas, the room looks awesome. We still want to paint the divider wall and it kind of stinks that our drywall is gross, but oh well. I think it looks pretty darn good considering it's half a garage.

View A.....
View B....
We wrapped the door. Seriously, how do you wrap a room?

Collin loved it. This morning, when he finished his presents from under the tree, he saw the door was wrapped and realized there was something else out there for him and tried to tear all the paper off the door. Needless to say, he LOVES the playroom. Who wouldn't love their own room filled with toys! Thanks to the grandparents who made this room possible!


Anyway, Christmas morning with the kiddo was the most special day ever! We started with stockings, snuggled in bed with Mommy and Daddy and he loved his Christmas "cock!" Yep, we still call it that. Sad, but true. He really got the hang of opening presents by the end of it. He was so excited to see what Santa left under the tree, he tried to tear downstairs before he could even get his diaper changed.
Daddy insisted on his getting dressed...because Daddy's weird like that about getting dressed in the morning...even on Christmas. You'll see Mommy is not of the same persuasion, especially on Christmas. Hey, I brushed my teeth at least! Anyway, by the end of the ordeal, we had him so jazzed about presents that I'm pretty sure we might have trouble keeping his mitts off the presents left under the tree for Gramps and Nana who are coming this weekend.