Ah, Christmas Morning

Mmm. Nothing like a Tootsie Pop at 8 am for a wild morning. Poor Megan was kind of shellshocked by the simple fact that she never got put in her highchair...and had to fend for herself at the community Cheerio bowl. Almost all Santa requests were honored (except for the N gauge train, the racetrack, the autorack car, and countless other items) and everyone was happy. Mostly. Except Michael, when he realized that he could not play with his new parking garage AND his new Bob playset simultaneously, since that left one open for Megan to mess with. She is so awful.