What can you really say? It was a crazy, fun Christmas morning. We are very fortunate.
It was also the first Christmas that Connor no longer believes in Santa. He still wasn't sure going into the season--he had a little bit left inside him that wanted to believe. But its gone now. Computers, clothes, the packaging---he knows its not elves. I'm grateful we made it to 11. We probably won't have that long with Palmer, I suspect.
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| Santa brings Red Sox packs to our house. Not stockings. And they were jammed with fun stuff! |
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| Red and Green all the way this year. |
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| We're lucky he was wearing pants. |
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| The big Bo-Bot! |
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| Money. Chocolate Money. |
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| He loves it. He should. It cost almost as much as the Chrome Book. |
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| Flip-eez!! |
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| He seems clueless that he needs this for SCHOOLWORK. Parental SCORE! |
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| Swaggy |
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| No. Not practicing to knock over Bank of America. This simply me reinforcing that YOU WILL RIDE YOUR BIKE to school barring major precipitation or blocking lava flows. |
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| If there was every a kid that deserved a dental Play-doh set, its this one. I hope he drills that guy to the gumline. |
