Christmas: Gone to the Dogs

Christmas morning was probably one of the most memorable ever this year.  Not only were we in the new house surrounded by boxes, but Santa decided it would be so cool to bring Abby and Parker each a puppy. (Mrs. Claus wasn't so sure about this, but Santa is a smooth talker and won that battle.)  Christmas morning the kids woke up to filled stockings, one wrapped present each, and puppies running around the house.Ill never forget Abby rubbing her eyes at 5:15 am, and saying, "puppies?!!!"

On top of the dog kennel were the following notes to each of them that said:

Dear Abby,
Your mom and dad told me you were a great help with your baby sister this year. Because of this, I have decided to give you a puppy. The one in the pink collar is yours. She loves attention and needs lots of affection. I knew she was perfect for you the minute she was born. Please take good care of her and give her a good name.
Love, Santa


Dear Parker,
I heard you were a very good boy this year and helped your dad move all the boxes to your new house. It makes me very happy to know this. As only the best children get puppies, I hope you enjoy your dog and treat him well. Your puppy is the big one with the brown collar. He is a strong boy, who needs you to take care of him. Please give him a name he will love.
Love, Santa


Abby chose to name her dog Sandy, and Parker named his Colt. (No help from parents on naming, despite Taylor's anxiety on that matter.)

Here are photos of what might be one of the most memorable Christmas mornings ever.

Our tree: notice the boxes behind it.

 

Love it!

 

Parker's requested present item: A Bakugan

 

Abby with her new dog: "Sandy"

 

Dogs eating presents....and so it begins.

 

Parkers dog: Colt

 

Abby's pup: "Sandy"

 

They look cute...when they are not peeing on my floor.

 

 Can you tell its 5 am?

 

Lucy and I in our Christmas morning glory.