Buried

As of this writing, we have gotten the child a very small pile of gifts. Very small. Like..8. If you split the 6 finger puppets in half.

As of this writing, Im very content with that. Why? One, i dont want Voldemort going crazy over presents. Two, we are generally broke, thanks to repaying student loans.

However.

As of this writing, my parents sent us home at Thanksgiving with two big bags full of gifts from them and extended family on that side. Then, my mother tells me that she has sent two more boxes of gifts up here.

Then, we get three BIG boxes full of gifts from Brandus’ parents. And then they tell us today on the phone that they have sent another two boxes, AND they have a “few more things” at the house to send.

Holy crap.

We’ve been opening things in bits and pieces, so that he doesn’t get completely overwhelmed. So far, he’s gotten some very cool toys, some very LOUD toys, and some stuff that I have no idea what anyone was thinking…like the inflatable Winnie the Pooh doll.

Brandus and I? So far, he’s gotten a tie. I’ve got a mini umbrella. And we both got flashlights.

I think we can clearly tell who is more important, here.