Christmas magic this year was courtesy of Uncle Nate, Tadd's youngest brother. Nate wanted to play santa and really spoil the kids, and spoil them, he did... He got them everything they wanted, not what boring old mom wanted them to have...
See? A gun, people. A GUN. For my 3 year old. He's totally thrilled.
A ridiculously oversized remote control car, again, he's thrilled.
A barbie computer. Barbie.... did I say that? Didn't come from me. Oh, and Polly Pockets, have you ever heard of those? Let me just say a million bazillion miniscule pieces, with a crawling(ish) 8 month old that loves to eat things off the floor, my idea of a fun time.
Really though, who wants boring old Montessori toys from mom, when you've got an Uncle Nate to supply the best, most battery eating, loud and dangerous toys available?!!
We love you Nate, thanks for bringing Christmas Magic to my otherwise unfulfilled kids.
3 comments:
Those Polly Pocket parts come right out of a baby. I promise.
wow! Uncle Nate is soooo cool! I wish I had had one when I was little.
Sounds like he grew up--or at least took lessons from Aunt Lynne. You always thought Aunt Lynne's kids got the best gifts. Most of your small stash came from 'The Stop', an educational toy store in Provo! They did have beautiful dolls with amazing
'combable' hair which you enjoyed for years.
Way to do Uncle Nate!!!!
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