You'll have to excuse the quality of these pictures. Christmas morning is not my specialty - it's too dark for my camera to function at it's best. I'm still in the process of saving up for a new camera, but somehow I always end up spending the money on clothes. Anyhow, Christmas morning was a huge success. Evan woke up at 5:30, but we managed to hold him off until 7:00. We read the Christmas story together and then dove in to the gifts.
He was even more excited this year, because now he fully understands the concept of Christmas morning and presents. We really try to not make Christmas all about "getting stuff," and I think he appreciates the other aspects, but of course he still loves the presents. Two weeks before Christmas, we had all of our presents wrapped and under the tree, and Evan could NOT handle having them in plain sight. After two days of begging us to open one, the temptation got the better of him. When I wasn't looking he went in and ripped one open. He got in big trouble, of course. But, we also learned a valuable lesson and the benefit of having "Santa" deliver them on Christmas morning.
His main gift this year was Buzz Lightyear. Evan is all about the Toy Story movies and he was so excited to see Buzz. He'd already gotten Woody from my sister, so now he has the complete set. But, just like Andy, I think Buzz is his favorite.
After pancakes, time spent playing with Evan's new toys, and lunch, we packed up and drove to Evansville for the weekend. Evan got even more presents there, and got to see all of Jeff's family. The trip was uneventful until the drive home. What should have taken under three hours, ended up taking 6! The closer we got to home, the worse the roads were, and at one point we were sitting still on the interstate for an hour and a half. That's when Evan learned the unfortunate lesson of always making use of every opportunity to use the restroom. He insisted he didn't have to potty and refused to try when we stopped halfway for his pregnant Mommy, which resulted in an accident during our extended stay on the interstate. He was trying so hard to hold it and he kept saying how much he didn't want to go in his pants, but there were absolutely no other options. I think it was pretty traumatic for him, but it probably happens to everyone eventually.
Next up - finally a belly shot!