Weston got his own personal Christmas this year.
Which was just fine with us.
There is nothing better than a baby at Christmas.
They provide hours of entertainment by doing absolutely nothing.
This kid isn't about to just give away a smile. You have to work for it.
I really don't blame him, none of us can stop staring at Mom's Christmas trees either. My tree looks like I threw a few ornaments at some grade school kids and told them to do what they wanted with them (because I did). Mom's trees are legit.
The boys spent most of the day playing basketball.
Apparently, when guys get together to "play" anything it's pretty darn serious.
Weston knows better than to actually treat this like a silly game amongst relatives.
Weston wins Christmas. Hands down.