Christmas Eve

After an hour and a half at church packed in the cry room with 50 others, Patrick was already a little worn down by the time we arrived at Uncle Tip and Aunt Ellie's house (a Christmas Eve tradition for Tom for as long as he can remember).

Tom with the two Patrick's.

Just before present opening commenced, a mysterious wet leg on Patrick's pants resulted in a quick pants change. In the end, I don't think his diaper leaked, but better to be safe than sorrry!

Grampy and Patrick with our newly appointed "Yogi" bear.

Patrick became fascinated with his cousin Meghan's silver bowed shoes. He insisted on keeping them on for a while. That's my boy!

Good night all!