On Sunday the 21st, Kel, Sage and I opened the house to friends and family to have a little brunch. Of course, silly me, had the camera in the diaper bag and it kind of stayed there. Picture an immaculate house with beautiful children, spirited adults and gleeful holiday cheer.
In all reality it was a lot of fun, food and friends - the house wasn't really all that immaculate.
To get into the spirit the whole thing, we actually had a fire in the fireplace.
After everyone left, we continued the fire and had some naked baby time there. Keep in mind that I was in shorts, we opened windows and the heat still didn't kick on for the duration of the night. 
On Christmas Eve morn, we went to New Bern to see the North Carolina Grandparents. The little munchin opened his Christmas outfit that night. The front says - All mommy wants for Christmas is a silent night (didn't happen), the back....Shhhhhh!
Great Aunt Jeannen and Cousin Hanners joined us for the wonders of Christmas morning - here is the little man turning the corner to see everyone.
He didn't even need help with the presents -
The toughest part was keeping the tissue and wrapping paper out of his mouth - by the end of the day, after playing with the boys, that shirt was pink and muddy!
The rest of Saturday was laid back. We had some family time and got a few things done.
And then came Sunday - What is the difference between this picture and the one before? The infant in this picture has a tooth!!!
The s'more incident you ask? Well, let's just put it this way - don't try to time your infant's lunges at food with your trying to eat the food. The kid won, marshmallow EVERYWHERE. Both of Kel's hands, his jacket, both of Sage's hands, hair and shirt. Maybe this would've been a better plan of attack.
That sums up the end of December 2008. Onto 2009, but first a quick side note. Taggies. The kid likes to eat tags. In a big way - to the point where he probably wasn't the first one. That is why they have an entire line of toys for that single purpose:
This set has exactly 37 tags to eat on. 37. Which one does my son like? The one that is the real tag for the toy (top, right). Tag snob.
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