I suppose our chimney was not big enough for Joseph's enormous Christmas haul and he had to leave things unassembled in the carport. Thank goodness for elves!
Here's the booty. I think we're going to have to scale it back next year when he's old enough to be spoiled.
This here was the Christmas gift of all Christmas gifts. A car from Grandmommy and Grandaddy Straughan. Joseph was obsessed. O-B-S-E-S-S-E-D. And still is. He gets in and out, like, 50,000 times a day and goes, "Ride! Ride!" Meaning, someone get off your fat rump and push me around while making loud obnoxious "vroom" sounds.
And the big Santa gift was a house with a little slide and climbing wall, which greatly paled in comparison to the car. Again, Santa couldn't be bothered to have his elves put it together.
I regret that I didn't get more/better pictures of Joseph on Christmas. You see, the child has a thing about technological devices (phones, cameras, remotes, etc.) Every time the camera comes out he runs to me and shrieks like a Teradactyl until I give in and let him hold it. Which is problematic, obviously. And we have a dearth of pictures.
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