Susan and John Paul made the trip to spend the day with us, and the Newhouse family does Christmas a little different than my family. Bob's clan goes one by one and opens one gift while my family falls on the gifts like rabid dogs. It's a neat tradition, but somehow I don't see it lasting in the coming years - especially the part of the tradition that dictates the youngest goes first. James is NOT going to like that one.
The boys got Dodger bibs from Grandma and Grandpa Newhouse, and cool shades from Mom and Dad.
They also got a jingle pig.This year, since the boys are too little to really know what was going on, and Christmas lasted for several hours, whoever was holding the boys helped them open their gifts. Grandma and Grandpa really enjoyed watching the boys play with their toys.
Mikey hangs out in the dinosaur ball pit from Mom and Dad. Mom is already regretting the fact that said pit does not really contain said balls. As they roll all over the house, I seem to spend a lot of time gathering them up and putting them back in the pit. Thankfully, the dragon zips up when not in use and the bumpo makes a great seat amongst the balls.
Ryan, true to form, loves his new stuffed pooch. This dog stays still while the boys lounge about upon him.
James riding in style in his Jeep.
James and Grandpa play in the ball pit.
The Newhouse men head outside to enjoy the snow and fry the Christmas turkey.