It's kind of cute. But mostly it's pathetic. My boys love presents. Doesn't even matter what's inside the wrapping paper - they just love to tear it open and find out what's inside.
Because all of our family lives in other states, my boys know that when someone comes to visit it means presents. It means presents because, apparently, Nanas and Grandmas think that it's important to lavish gifts on their little darlings that don't get regular doses of spoiling.
Nana came this weekend to visit, and in typical fashion, that meant presents. At least this time my boys politely let her in the door and hugged her before asking if she had a present for them.
Friday evening the boys showed Nana a few of their tricks and moves on the slip and slide and Annalyse never had the chance to so much as whine because Nana never let her down.
Once kids were in bed, it was time to blow up balloons and hang streamers for Grady Lee's fifth birthday! More on his special day soon...