We had a great Christmas! Zack just couldn't wait to tear into that BIG box. Besides being a tad bit overwhelmed, he was a pretty good boy. He kept saying "my turn" when he wanted to open a gift. (Which was practically every second.)
Grandma and Grandpa Peeler joined us around 10:30 for breakfast. When we were opening gifts, it started to snow. Ah - a white Christmas afterall.
