Bows Go On The Babe

My sister and her daughter spent Christmas and the eve before at my house. While I was prepared with packages wrapped, ribbons tied, and bows applied, my sister waited until the very last moment to wrap her presents. A side effect of this was my banishment from the living room for a good two hours.

Even with her presents all unprepared, my sister had a stone to throw. Apparently, a 2½ foot tall tree is insufficient, particularly when there are no ribbons or ornaments involved. I suppose I should have known that. When she has her seven foot monstrosity here in town, we’ll give that one all the dangly and sparkly things it can handle.

After much Tetris, we managed to get all of the presents under the tree and in some semblance of presentation. The Hobgoblin refused to go to bed for a few hours, but she didn’t seem to get that we were going to open presents when she woke up. When you’re a little less than two years old, Christmas just doesn’t quite make sense.

The only photo of all three of us.

We slept until ten. Had Scarlet been much older, I doubt we’d have gotten to do that. She’d have been bouncing up and down on us to make sure we were awake. It’s common knowledge that kids can’t open the presents until the adults are awake.

The Hobgoblin seemed to love her presents, though she only really understood the balls. The tools Cory bought her were completely awesome. The tiny, motorized drill even had a forwards and backwards. She’s not quite old enough to get how completely awesome that is.

One of my new favorite traditions is taping all of the pretty bows on the present to the youngest person in the room. Naturally, the Hobgoblin ran around with ten or so bows attached to her head. After the big pooffy bows fell off, we finished with a bow-hawk (that’s right, a mohawk of bows). I think that’ll shape up to quite a lovely photo opportunity if we manage to get her to sit still next year.