other kids love the packaging that comes inside the box.

Merry Christmas.

One needs to be nice and limber to survive the fury of flying wrapping paper and discarded cardboard packaging that flies at one’s head like war shrapnel… in other words, Christmas morning.

So tonight I stretched out with a little yoga (though honestly, I do yoga every day). Deacon, as usual, plays the part of Jillian Michaels… or a benign tumor, depending on how you look at it. He climbs me, knocks me over , puts his feet in my face… and tonight, I’m not frickin kidding, he bit my butt.

Also, note the stockings in the background… Deak’s finally got one this year. Yay me.

… people are singing at me, horribly out of tune. Everyone is looking at me all expectantly, like I should be doing something.

I don’t know what the hell is going on, but can I just eat this now?

Yes, sweetie… yes, you may. Happy 2nd Birthday, little guy.