Buried

As of this writing, we have gotten the child a very small pile of gifts. Very small. Like..8. If you split the 6 finger puppets in half.

As of this writing, Im very content with that. Why? One, i dont want Voldemort going crazy over presents. Two, we are generally broke, thanks to repaying student loans.

However.

As of this writing, my parents sent us home at Thanksgiving with two big bags full of gifts from them and extended family on that side. Then, my mother tells me that she has sent two more boxes of gifts up here.

Then, we get three BIG boxes full of gifts from Brandus’ parents. And then they tell us today on the phone that they have sent another two boxes, AND they have a “few more things” at the house to send.

Holy crap.

We’ve been opening things in bits and pieces, so that he doesn’t get completely overwhelmed. So far, he’s gotten some very cool toys, some very LOUD toys, and some stuff that I have no idea what anyone was thinking…like the inflatable Winnie the Pooh doll.

Brandus and I? So far, he’s gotten a tie. I’ve got a mini umbrella. And we both got flashlights.

I think we can clearly tell who is more important, here.

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3 Responses to Buried

  1. RobMonroe says:

    Oh, my friend, I am in the same boat that you are. We have gotten Abby exactly zero gifts, and plan to get her zero more. My Mother-In-Law made us keep track of which boxes arrived so that she could be sure that all of them arrived – then told us about another one after she was satisfied with our list. Wow. Come to think of it, we might start opening things this evening…

  2. Kara says:

    Duh, you don’t count anymore. You’ve reproduced, therefore they can move on to the next generation.

    Though I will say that we did get the wee Kiwi nieceling (6 months old) a Binghamton hoodie, because it’s so midget and cute…

  3. Alexa says:

    You might try (TRY)to convince the happy grandparents that the bestest gift of all that they can give LLV is a trust fund for college. They put at least half of the money that they would have spent on miscellaneous gifts into the fund instead. I was always jealous of my friends for the huge piles of presents when I was little, but became wonderfully smug when I didn’t have any college loans!