Ok, so I know we are like 3 weeks behind on this post. Give us a little credit, Mommy and Daddy had to go back to work and I....well, I had to go play with all my new toys the day after Christmas!
So here is how it went...FABULOUS!
First, Auntie suprised me on Christmas Eve with this cool basketball game. Did I ever mention how much I LOVE basketball? Thought so.
The only problem, every time I tried to shoot the basket U.J. would tickle me and make me miss my shot!
Then, before I went to bed, I had to sniff the Christmas bulbs...you know, I just wanted to make sure all was Kosher:)
Grammy "tried" to give me my night-night bottle, but I was just NOT in the mood.
I think I am getting WAAY to big for these baby bottles, which is why I don't even use them anymore!

Moving on to Christmas morning..(.there is a reason we fuzzed out the background-we wanted all having a bad hair morning to remain unseen:) But, I had to post this picture, even though it may only be funny to us. Mommy and Auntie got U.J. a pair of footed, fleece jammies for Christmas...who knew they came in ADULT sizes?!
What a goof-ball, I look MUCH better in the footies thank-you-very-much!

WARNING-The Photo You Are About to See May Not Be Appropriate...For ANYONE :)!
OMG, the man has a problem!

So we ran out of there as fast as we could...just kidding.
But we did still have to visit Grumpy Bill and Gramma Bons, so we loaded up the Freestyle with all of our goodies and headed to Lansing.
When we got there Gramma Bons was so excited to see me, she read me a great book, over and over and over (between you and me I don't think she wanted me to get off her lap:)

Grumpy Bill sure was Grumpy, so we left him in the kitchen to cook dinner for everyone. Good thing too, he is a GREAT chef!
Then I FINALLY got to open my presents.
Mr. Quackers helped with this one, Woofy was taking a nap
Did you know that if you throw the paper behind your back it is just like throwing it away?!
If I can't see it, it isn't there.

Cool Barn! Thanks guys! I like to drive my tractor in it, and Daddy always pokes his head through the barn doors and scares me!