We're ready. The presents are wrapped, the cookies are baked (and now half-eaten), and all we have to do is wait for the pitter-patter of reindeer paws.
Just ask Tuck. This is his constant monologue: "Next week... Santa... reindeer... presents. For Tucker!" He's missing a few words in the middle, but he makes up for them in animation. I promise.
And Tyler chimes in, ever at the ready, "Santa! Woo-woo!" He's hoping for a train for Christmas. Luckily, I happen to know that one is coming. A long with a few other dreams come true.
I love Christmas. I had no idea it could be this much more fun with toddlers. We only get one Christmas while they are three and one, and we have no intention of missing any perks that come with the job of making this holiday happen for them.
And did I mention that Robb and his dad are building a playroom in our basement tomorrow?? Merry Christmas to me. That room will quite literally change my life. Perhaps theirs, but most definitely mine.
I. Love. Christmas. Two more days...