We began the holidays by celebrating with Tia Ana and family. Here, Patrick "helps" in the kitchen.
Working so hard (plus all the running back and forth) made Patrick break out in a sweat. Just like his Dada, all sweaty.
Christmas morning at our house; Patrick wasn't too interested in opening presents. BUT, he loved this book from Auntie acb, Uncle Ry, and Cousin Owen. It was the only gift he cared to look at all day.
Breakfast on Christmas morning before heading out to Grandma's house. His pajamas say "What Santa doesn't bring me, Grandma will."
Once we got to grandma's he was nonstop.
He did stop for a second to take a picture with his cousins.
All happy after Christmas dinner.
Patrick got to catch up with his friend, Ryan. They hadn't seen each other since Easter, before they could walk and eat Cheerios...
... which is exactly what they did: there was A LOT of Cheerios eating (side note: look at Patrick's toes... NOM NOM NOM).
Mikey and I escaped for a night to my friend, Linette's, wedding. Our obligatory self-portrait. I was a little sweaty - that's what happens to me after a few vodka and tonics, Long island iced teas, and apple martinis. No, I'm not a drunk... but we had a babysitter and I was celebrating the union of two people in love... And that's the story I'm sticking to.
The lovely bride
We met up with Nita Masi, where Patrick turned on his charm.
He finally figured out how to open presents. And from then on, it was rip rip rip...
Hope your holidays are as joyous and merry as ours have been!