Christmas

Christmas was great. Lots of fun, lots of family. I can't describe it all, but since the only people who really read this blog were there you already know anyway. So I'll just post some pictures of Beckett eating wrapping paper which is what you all want anyway.

Here's the world traveler in his own seat on the airplane. Thank goodness for empty middle seats. And thank goodness for Jetblue's tiny water bottles, the best toy in the world next to their empty Lorna Doone cookie packages.

Um, who is this guy?

P.S. This dude legally changed his name to Santa Claus. Freaky, but you sort of have to admire that kind of committment.

Beckett is a little skeptical about his shirt. He's like, "actually all I wanted was 57 jars of baby food, a college savings fund, a real bed, clothes, toys and a house with a lawn."

I thought they meant something else when they said "Christmas cracker"....

Unwrapping presents from the cousins.I got the ribbon!!

Christmas morning

The bounty from Santa Claus. I have such mixed feelings about the lie of Santa Claus. Sometimes I don't even want Beckett to believe the hype. Why lie to your kid only to make them really really sad a few years later when you tell them you deliberately tricked them with what, in retrospect, seems a completely implausible scenario. But since he didn't know what was going on anyway I just put out some presents and let it go at that.