So after 655 photos (not including the bagillion I deleted beforehand), I've spent a lot of time trying to decide which images best tell the story of Harvey's first Christmas. So I'll start with the ones from Christmas Eve, aka The Main Event. Santa came to my sister's house and dropped off some presents on Christmas Eve morning, and then that night we had family dinner and we opened presents from family members afterward. Without further ado, here is Harvey's first Christmas (part 2 and 3).
(These photos look much better when you click on them to view them larger).
John and I are going to have a little chat with St. Nick next year about assembly. We spent a good chunk of this morning getting his stuff out of the box (quite a chore), and then assembling everything. We'll leave extra cookies to make sure we never have to do this again.
We brought Gigi's from Nashville for Christmas morning. Nothing like sugar shock to start the day off right!
Harv had a great time playing with his Mamaw this past week.
This is how Connor spent his entire morning.
And now, here are some photos from Christmas Eve night.
Connor did not want to take pictures with his cousins. I did it anyways. I'm mean like that.
Those were all presents for Harvey. I was so busy manning the gifts, I had no time to help Harv. Or to notice he's totally about to eat a gift.
The aftermath. Harvey was so dang hot (my grandmother's house is only about 100 degrees in the winter), I just stripped him down to his jeans. Looking so fabulously redneck. And I love that even after all those toys, Lorelai is playing with a big garbage bag and trying to take his sippy. So awesome.
He's teething so bad, there's drool just pouring down his chest. I eventually put a bib on him, made him a little more classy. :)
Lorelai can move around. Harvey cannot. He's a sitting duck and she knows it. She kept taking all his toys.
Doing his best to guard his loot.