Today we headed to cousin Stephen and Alison’s house for the annual Christmas party and to see Santa. Santa was a trooper, he hung out as all the children simply stared at him. They would walk close, say something, and run back to their parents. Reilly was the same. He was curious but not enough to take the plunge. By the end of the afternoon he had stood about a foot away and quietly said he would like a blue tractor with a backhoe and that Kate would like her own toy to play with.

I guess that’s some progress, right?