Oh my, Santa was good to Nicolas!
Christmas is all about playing with your new toy train while wearing your spaceman jammies!
One of my clients, who has a one year old son, asked me how I deal with all the toys. I just told her to look down and watch where you step. I remember prior to Nic's birth thinking that there was no way I was going to let me house become a big, primary-colored, mess of toys. But now, like all the other "I'll nevers", I find my living room littered with trucks, and ducks, and books of all sizes. When I was single and living alone in my own house, I had everything very neat, clean, and organized. Now it's a mess even when it's clean. I have found that the more love in my house the messier it gets, so I just try to manage the choas the best I can. I don't see it getting tidier any time soon.
Like a good Mom, I got Nic a pack of big boy pants (underwear) for Christmas. I know, no socks?
The best part was that he liked them so much he put all 5 pairs on at once.
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