Henry knows every present under the tree by heart, because he sits and stares at them for long periods of time. When we're home alone I ask if he'd like to open just one (we could re-wrap and no one would know!) and he tells me that we must wait for Christmas. Who is this young man with self control?
It's 2am and I can't sleep because I'm so excited for Christmas morning. The presents and waffles, champagne and new pajamas... Henry made sure we put out the fire before he went to bed tonight. He didn't want Santa to get burned.
I hope I don't get burned either, because we're off to Mexico...
Asta luego! See you in 2008.