Just another day at the office, playing with blocks. He has no idea what is in store.
Troy just heard a booming “Ho! Ho! Ho!” coming from down the hallway.
And he’d really like to know WTH is going on here! Mama!
Santa comes bearing gifts!
“I still don’t trust you, mofo.”
Note the coaster in Troy’s hand. Even after he’d opened all of his presents, he still preferred to play with the coasters. Probably had something to do with the pictures of golden retrievers on them.
“Okay, fool. We’re cool, I guess.”
Note the stunning lack of progress compared to the previous picture. This is due to a phenomenon known as “stubby little Japanese legs”, an affliction he shares with his father.
In the end, though, it was a very merry xmas, one I was fortunate to share with my family. Thanks for the great holiday, everyone!
And, Kelly, thanks for the new drawers.
This is, by far, my favorite picture of Troy from xmas morning:
He’s opening a John Deere tractor set. Thanks, Debbie!
Look at those two handsome devils:
One night on our vacation, we had dinner with our friends Wayne, Laurel, and Braden. Troy was on crack. He was so busy running around their house that he shunned a most excellent dinner. On any other day, he would have scarfed it like a rapacious badger. Oh well. The boy could stand to lose a few pounds.
Just like his old man.
Well, maybe not, but he sure enjoys his tractor rides:
There are precious few people in this world for whom I will wake at 4am and try to comfort them back to sleep. You are one of the few.
T was fussing, so Kelly took him for a walk around the block. He didn’t quite make it back: