Above: Tucker and Grandma Boon, slowly waking up the day after Christmas.
My brother's lovely girlfriend spent Christmas with us, and therefore so did Tucker. He's almost three years old, with boundless energy, and ridiculously cute chipmunk cheeks (here he is losing to me in Yahtzee). He gave our Christmas a whole new vibe - it's been a while since I've tripped over tiny toy cars or Legos lost in the living room carpet, or played a single game so repetitively my brain started to go a bit soft. It was so much fun. He's kind of the First Grandchild, getting inordinate amounts of attention from each of us (and yet, still somehow outpacing all of us). I think my mom enjoyed him the most, though. Grandma Boon.