Since we didn't get to see my mom on Christmas, we celebrated over the weekend.
On Saturday morning, she came to Dallas for a coffee date with an old friend of ours, and then we had a grandmother sushi date (Gran was there, too) at lunchtime.
Afterwards, GP watched Banner during his nap while Trevor and I ran around White Rock. When we returned, Banner was awake, and we had a present exchange on the floor of the dining room. My mom gave me a snugly robe, but Banner won't let me wear it because apparently it is his.
Seriously. He sees it hanging in my room, points to it and yells, "Mine!".
Have I mentioned he is a little bit irrational?
Banner also enjoys the occasional Perrier, because when you are (almost) two, regular ole water just won't cut it.
Here he is toasting Grammy Pammy (a.k.a. "Jeep"), because...you know...why not?
|He is saying, "Buh bye, Choo-Choo!" here.|
But it was okay because afterwards Banner discovered Zeus and the two bonded over goldfish...
...before giving daddy a scratch on the back with this handy back-scratcher thing.
But the main event (after brunch) involved feeding the bunnies and chickens, and collecting eggs. Banner was SUPER careful with the chicken feed, and gently put the seed on the ground. Sadly, this sense of "gentle" did not translate to the egg collection. Those suckers he just tossed in the basket like rocks.
Luckily, only one egg cracked. It was basically a Christmas miracle.