It's 9:44 a.m., Christmas morning, and I'm just now hearing the pitter-patter of little feet. Actually Julian's feet are size twelve and he (clearly) isn't too ramped up about Christmas gift opening....not like the days when he was six and unable to sleep beyond 5 a.m. (of course I was up at 4 a.m., shaking gifts and wondering if (finally!) someone got me an Easy-Bake oven).
There are no boxes under this year's Christmas tree that are big enough to be an Easy-Bake oven, but I'm not depressed. There's always next year!!