Then on Christmas Eve, Grandpa Kelly and Grandma Pam came over for a visit. They brought me a fun truck and clothes. I was getting pretty good at the present thing. Later we went to Gramma and Grandpa Q's house.
The grown-ups ate a big dinner, I wanted no part of it. Why can't I just eat PB & J all of the time? I had a tummy ache anyhow. Later they brought out more presents. I got some cool stuff. When the grown-ups were eating dessert, my tummy started rumbling. It wasn't long before the tummy got really rough and I got sick. It was pretty sad. I had to change out of my fresh jammies and back into my day clothes. When we got home I went to bed, but I didn't sleep very well and neither did Mommy. She got the same thing in her tummy. We were quite a pair. Dad had to get up with me when I got sick in the night. It wasn't pretty.
I was feeling a little better in the morning and I think Mommy was too. Everyone came over to our house for breakfast and then we opened presents! Santa came during the night. I don't know how he snuck in with all of us up all through the night. There were so many wonderful things, I am so lucky. I started opening presents. Rip. One little piece of paper done. Hand it to Mom. Rip. One more little piece. Hand it to Mom. Rip. One more little piece. Hand it to Mom. Everyone was laughing at me. I was doing the best I could AND trying not to make a mess. What do they want from me? Well, they decided to help with the presents, to speed up the process I guess. I got so many toys and some clothes. Lots of books and cups. It was nice. I don't know when I'll find time to play with it all.
After my nap we went to the Keeler gathering. There were Keelers all over the place. We played and I walked around the table and charmed all with my smile. I got some toys and a sweatshirt and some books. Seriously, every where I go, they give me stuff.
It's great, but definitely getting out of hand! I even got a HUGE chocolate cake from Great Uncle Pat and Great Aunt Michele. They remembered how much I liked cake on my birthday, so they thought I should have Christmas cake too. It was GOOD! I got really messy though and Mom and Dad had t throw me in the bathtub and hose me down. That's when I decided I had had enough and started yelling at people. I was tired and coming down from the sugar high. I fell asleep before we went a block in the car. I was SO sleepy! Are all Christmas' going to be this crazy?
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