Christmas morning was expectedly quiet as we made a quick visit to exchange gifts with Grandma Vi. Not entirely quiet, though, as the whirling dervish you see in the photo is representative of Mateo after a night of interrupted sleep and a breakfast of cinnamon rolls. He ended up in a timeout after biting a chunk out of the handle of Nana's walker.
In the other photo, Grandma is wearing magic gloves: initially they were too small, then they were the wrong style, then they turned into money. Ooh-ahh.
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