We had set out cookies and milk for Santa--and oats for his reindeer--the night before and then the boys headed for bed. I eventually followed but I wasn't there for long--Little Pup woke me up at 4 a.m. ready to open presents. AND his big brother was waiting on the couch. I managed to get them both back into bed and a few hours later they woke up for good, ready to open all the presents Santa had brought for them.
And then everything was a blur. Monster Jam trucks! WWE action figures! Zhu zhu pets! Hot Wheels! Scooby-Doo wrapping paper EVERYWHERE!
Finally, we checked outside to see if Santa's reindeer had eaten their oats and...

...ha!
(I think I've been hanging around boys too much!)





