Let's not discuss how longs it's been since I actually blogged about something of significance...or how much longer it'll be. I guess that's a bit of a subjective statement.
Anyway, we went to my parents' house in GA for Christmas this year. Generally, we have a "rule" that we do Christmas at our house. Anyone is welcome to come but we don't care to subject ourselves to traveling all over I-20 on or around Christmas day. Not that that's what happened this year either...
However, this was hopefully/sadly the last Christmas in my parents' house in GA (the house my sisters and I grew up in). Because of that, we decided to make an exception, generous folk that we are, and travel for Christmas. We had a great time. It's always good to have the whole family together and see friends we haven't gotten to see in a while. And while my sweet husband definitely sacrificed this year, being away from his family and his home for Christmas, I benefited greatly. (Thanks babe - it meant a whole, whole lot.)
Sam wasn't quite as into opening presents as we might've guessed. However, he did enjoy the boxes. His favorite gifts, as deemed by the amount of time they occupied him - as in, maybe 3-5 minutes, are follows.
A pack of styrofoam cups. Yes, really.
Oh, and he also enjoyed trying to get his new sleeping bag (quite possibly the cutest gift) back into the stuff sack. I do not think he was successful. I can't wait to use it! Maybe if we cinch him in tight enough, he'll stay put.