Gabe's Christmas Gabe had a wonderful Christmas. When you are eight months old, any day that includes bright lights, lots of music, paper to tear, and cheese to eat is going to be a winner. Plus, he got this terrific little car.
(By the way, this car is a very good reason to have children while you are young. Gabe wants to go as fast as possible, but I'm just not up to pushing the car that fast for very long. It kills my back, but it must be one hell of a cardio workout.)
Given that Gabe doesn't know what Christmas is, my wife and I didn't buy him much--only two gifts. Unfortunately, our restraint wasn't equalled by the rest of our family or or our friends, so our living room makes it look like we are being stalked by a deranged Santa. I have to be careful where I step or even place my hands, otherwise one damned toy or another will start flashing lights and playing "Row, Row, Row Your Boat".
I was hoping for an iPod to replace Bob the Dead iPod, but instead my wife bought me an iBook. I guess she overshot a bit, or--more likely--it's a subtle hint finish up all of those writing projects that have gone untouched for the last year or so.
So, Christmas resulted in both a happy baby and a happy dad. Maybe money can't buy happiness, but at least it can buy toys.
6:25:29 PM 
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