My kind of kid

Tennyson is my (kind of) kid. No rush to the presents on Christmas. Nope, he just took it easy, hung out with family and lived how Jesus would want him to. After all, that's what Christmas is about, right? Well, he finally did get around to opening the goods, so a special thanks to everyone out there who took part in providing Tennyson with (at least a year's worth of) noise-making, smile-inducing, lead free toys (we've taken all the batteries out). Seriously though, he loves the gifts and is lucky to have such great family and friends. He loves you guys (or, at least, he would if you would start a blog so the cyber-relationship could be reciprocal). Here are a few shots of the action: