Considering this was Xmas 2008 and I didn't know whether I had a death sentence or not I do look rather well. Lexi wanted to get stuck into opening her presents, Tyke already was.
Can't believe we lost our Tyke, but as they say life goes on and in December 2009 we brought home a ball of fluff.
I doubt whether he would be able to get his back end into this corner anymore. So small and cute. The first few weeks were a nightmare as Lexi hated him on sight. But with care and attention she soon learnt to love the big guy! (After all he would grow to be much bigger than her - who wants enemies twice your size!)
This year was different again, Lexi had us up at 3.30 excited, why because Gary kept saying Santa's Coming, Santa's Coming Lexi. She was worse than any child could possibly be.
I let her out at 4.30, then she paddled around up and down the stairs, Bear was getting excited but didn't know why so eventually sleep was something neither of us could have so we got up. We finally figured out how Tyke (in previous years) and Lexi both knew it was presents day, because the smell of the turkey slowly cooking was the indicator to it being the DAY.
Bear couldn't be bothered to open his presents, I think Lexi was giving him the evil eye, so she could open them all. I did get him to tear at a few of them but he lost interest.
We hid some in stockings by the side of the fire to keep them both guessing!
I hope your Christmas mornings have been as joyful as ours.
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