Christmas Morning, whether you like it or not

Some of us were more excited than others to be opening gifts so early. Blake woke me up the first time at 3am, with a breathless, heartpounding wisper of, "HE CAME!"

I tried to lead him through some deep breating, relaxation techniques to calm his nerves and get him to fall back asleep. As you can imagine, that tactic worked real well with a 9 yr old. Finally I gave up and asked him if he wanted to watch a DVD I brought with me, some classic PeeWee's Playhouse episodes. They did the trick and freaked him out enough that 30 minutes later he had crawled into bed with his mother.



Later that day he told me the PeeWee episodes were "too weird". hmmph, kids these days. :)

























Look how cute Blake looks holding his resin-suspended scarab beetle! Actually, I think he was a little grossed out by it. "It's reeeeaal?"

The rest of Christmas day Blake spent playing with his new gifts and Amy and I spent trying to ignore the fact it was Christmas. I think we both just wanted it to be over. We both were lonely for loved ones that were too far away.



I thought these canopic jars were pretty cool, so brought them along for Amy and Blake. Probably not a very Christmassy gift though. During the mummification process, each jar was used to hold a different organ.