On Christmas morning, we saw Santa and Rudolph.
No... wait... that's Papa and Max!
Or is it?
Max had his stocking hung with care. We wanted a picture of him in it, but he didn't fit.
Daddy and Grammy show Max a new toy.
Aunt Lisa and Uncle Brett had lots of goodies for Max. The wagon was part of a "boy starter kit" that included Star Wars action figures and jousting knights. We're instructed to put them on a shelf until he's big enough to play with them--without choking on small parts or poking out his eye.
Later, more family joined us. It was a merry first Christmas.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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2 comments:
Love the pictures. If I were Max, I would think my Grandpa was really Santa Claus!
Thanks. Isn't it a sweet picture?
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