Christmas Morning

Isaac looking to see what Santa left him in his stocking. Santa gave him his own cell phone. Hopefully this will prevent him from "borrowing" mom and dad's phones. We have had to call each others phone multiple time to find out where Isaac had deposited the other phone.

Taking a stroll with my new monkey backpack.
We have taken this with us to restaurants and Isaac will spend the whole time walking up and down the lanes between tables pushing his backpack and trying to get into the kitchen area.

Heather's godson, Jacob showing off his yo yo skills.

Heather's aunt and uncle had motorized bears and Christmas figurines. Isaac was in awe of them and kept wanting to hug them. Which was really cute, until you could hear the motor grinding on the inside because he was preventing it from moving. Most of the day was spent trying to keep him from tearing them apart.

We gave Grace her first purse. She loved it and wore it the rest of the night.

Isaac getting his own tool bag and tools.

A wagon from mom and dad. Not as easy as you would think to put it together. After attempting at the party and realizing that we were doing it wrong we stopped until we got home and could read the directions. Yep, you read that correctly. I read the directions. Although, it didn't really help that much. We basically looked at the picture on the box. Another negative side effect of outsourcing jobs to foreign countries. Their directions don't make any sense.

All the grand kids in the family. Quite the gang of kids. They can make quite a bit of noise together.

The kids with their spouses.

The parents and grandpa.

Isaac enjoying his new Wisconsin Badger crocks. It was quite funny to watch him walk in them. Think old west cowboys walking with the inverted U shaped legs.

Isaac finally gets his own vacuum cleaner! Isaac has a love/hate relationship with vacuums. He loves to push them around the house, take all the parts off them, and play with the chords. He even likes to be in your arms when you are vacuuming. But... they scare the crap out of him if he turns it on and isn't in mom or dad's arms. He will literally fly across the room to get to one of us and climb up our legs if we don't move fast enough. It is so hard not to laugh. I know we sound like evil parents but he knows what he is doing. We warn him that if he turns it on it is going to be loud. But he seems unwilling to learn that lesson yet. The toy vacuum is the best of both worlds, all the fun without the pooping of the pants scariness.

Stanley checking to see if there is anything he can help with or has Isaac dropped any food lately.