One of the great things about being a parent is that you get to relive your childhood through the eyes of your children. It is funny to see how different Molly is from me as a child at Christmastime:
- Me as a child: Up at the crack of dawn (or before) on Christmas morning, dragging my parents from bed so that I could see what Santa had brought.
- Molly: Slept until 9:30 at which time we finally went into her room and woke her up so that she could see what Santa has brought.
- Me as a child: Viewed unwrapping Christmas presents as a sprint—“Let’s get these babies open and see what’s inside!”
- Molly: Viewed unwrapping presents as a marathon—“Let’s see how long I can make this last.”
- Me as a child: Had most of the candy in my stocking consumed before breakfast.
- Molly: Was content to suck on a single candy cane for most of the day.
At about 9:45 am, Molly did finally make it downstairs.
She was thrilled to see what was waiting under the tree for her.
She immediately spied her the tricycle from Grandmas and Grandpa and was content to just examine, explore and try out her new wheels for hours:
We practically had to beg her to open more gifts. When she finally conceded, she wanted to open them while on the tricycle and play with them from the tricycle seat.
She even tried a few stunts on her new bike:
Remember how I said that Molly view opening gifts as a marathon? I think I completed my entire marathon in a shorter amount of time than it took Molly to open her gifts. Yes, it was a 4+ hour extravaganza! Molly even needed to stop at the feed zone half way through to take on additional calories for the rest of the race.
Of course this was all done while remaining on the trike:
We finally convinced her to take a break from her trike and open a few gifts sans wheels. She was thrilled with her new Hello Kitty CD player from Aunt Shel and family. She pretty much had mastered its operation before it was even out of the box:
Notice how the colors of the bracelets pick up on the PJ's polka dots. And pearls? They're a classic. They go with anything, dahling!