The stockings were hung, kinda, sorta close to the chimney (well, as long as in the same room counts) with care . . . .
Nana did a great job making his polar bear stocking - it's fuzzy and has a bell on it's scarf. Thank you so much Nana!
And our hopes of St. Nicholas coming proved true with the pile of presents under the tree. For the most part
Zachy thought the wrapping paper was more interesting (not to mention tasty) than the present itself.
Zachy had a napless ride home from Kennewick and to ease his fussiness, he was given a present to devour.
Here he's trying to become a
spokesmodel like his sister.
Daddy and
Zachy taking stock of the musical crib toy--so far it has been a big hit just sitting on the floor. Maybe it will make it into the crib before he grows out of it. Not sure of what Fat
Whitto (sitting on the back of the couch) makes of it...
This riding/walking toy may be just the push
Zachy needs to get moving on his own. Who knows? Maybe he'll walk before he crawls.
Whaddya know? The presents taste just as good as the wrapping paper. Happy Holidays, everybody! And Happy First Christmas, Zachary!