Christmas was big stuff in the Jackson household! First up - we had two additional people celebrating with us than we did last year. Daddy managed to not be in the Middle East during this year's festivities... AND Sully was with us! It was pretty sweet...
We did lots of things to prepare to celebrate Baby Jesus' birthday as well as the arrival of Santa.
First up, decorating the gingerbread house. Sully was apparently a bit nervous about this activity (something about me going bananas and being reckless with the candy?), so he donned his goggles as a preemptive measure to protect himself.
Dramatic much?
Well, two can play that game, Sullivan Stewart.
Anyway, while I didn't go too crazy, we do take gingerbread-house-decorating VERY seriously in our house. I am pretty sure that no one was breathing at this point.
Mom and I also tried our hand at baking. I am not going to go into detail, but this picture was taken at the beginning of our endeavor - long before those glutenous, gelatinous messes came out of the oven. God bless her - she tries, but she just isn't a baker.
Peedles, Poppy and Uncle Stew came to celebrate with us too! It was so much fun although Mom and Dad were complaining that they had to put Sully and I through "bootcamp" when they all left because we had gotten spoiled. I certainly do not think this is accurate of my situation, but I can vouch that Sully was held constantly unless he 1) had a dirty diaper, 2) was sleeping, or 3) was spitting up.
Proof.
More proof.
Hmmm... oh wait... despite how this looks, I really wasn't held that much. I just did this for the picture. Focus on Sully... Focus on Sully...
After much talking about it, Christmas morning finally arrived! I, of course, knew what to expect. Sully, however, was floored. FLOORED!
I was pretty psyched too though...
Here I am showing Dad, in great detail, every single thing that I opened in my stocking. What fun! I am noticing that Dad looks a bit less enthused and I don't get that. I mean, doesn't everyone think cans of silly string and new fighter planes are super cool?
Here is Mom trying to get things to calm down a little bit for a picture. Clearly not happening. I mean, can you see Sully trying to eat her face? Too bad he couldn't just settle down and smile like a sweet little boy, eh?
Now I am not picking favorites, but this particular gift was rather nice. After all, it's my first set of wheels that do not require self-propelling.
Sully, quite surprisingly, was an excellent co-pilot!
While I am very blessed and received several wonderful presents, I would like to point out that I haven't gone completely elitist. Here I am in a perfectly good box that I turned into a fierce, fighting A-10 Workhog (typo intended).
And speaking of Workhogs... Not long after Christmas, Mom and Dad took me to see the real deal A-10's practice their shooting and bombing on a live ammunition range. For those of you who are not around me a lot, this was H.E.A.V.E.N. for me. To say I'm obsessed with fighter planes would be an understatement.
Here are Mom and me on the range before the real fun began.
Here are Mom and me on the range before the real fun began.
So that is that... I'm sure I'm leaving out a lot, but I'll try to post again soon. I'm just so busy - what with my new truck and cardboard plane around these days.
Until then, keep it real in 2010.
Until then, keep it real in 2010.
