We went back home for Christmas. It was probably the best visit we have had yet. Ashton could not sleep the night before Christmas. He kept waking up and talking about Santa and presents. Finally, at 6:45 a.m., we let the boys get up and open presents. By then, Dominic understood the concept of opening presents. He dug right in.
Here are the boys playing with what Ashton believes is the most important thing in the world, Thomas! He recieved over 30 trains for Christmas, and knows the name of every single one. I swear, Thomas the train is like a drug for toddlers. They should have a 12 step program!
Later that day, my brother Paul came for Christmas dinner. I rarely get to see him anymore, so I was of course really happy. Ashton loves saying Uncle Paul. I think he feels like he is getting away with something because he is not allowed to call Daddy Paul, as he often tries to. Paul's son Payton is only 2 1/2 months younger than Ashton, so they love to play together.
Dominic, Uncle Paul, and Ashton playing around.
It took all of Ashton's self control to watch his cousin Payton open a present and not open one himself.
This is not a very good picture of Ashton, Dominic, and Payton. This was the best we could with three kids under the age of two. Grandma wasn't with us to celebrate Christmas because she lives in Oregon, but I knew if I didn't show a picture of all of her grandbabies together, she would never let me live it down!
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