The opening of Christmas presents: don't blink or you'll miss it.

At 5:53 a.m., we couldn't keep the boys in bed any longer. In fact, they had been up several times during the night due, I'm assuming, to the excitement (although I'm not sure if that accounts for Michael clipping his toenails at 1:30 in the morning). By 6:08, we were done. Everyone got what they wanted, so Santa got a big thumbs up this year.













The carnage:







And the piece de resistance: