Do you recall a picture of a certain little boy in holiday pants waiting for St Nicholas to come? The day finally arrived (a couple weeks ago -- we're a bit behind 'round here), and I don't know that any feast day of St Nicholas in the years to come will top this one, at least not in Jonah's mind. This one brought a nearly innumberable quantity of truck books (okay, three), a book about an anthropomorphic pigeon who likes to drive trucks, and a firehouse with a fire truck. Notice a theme? Oh, and pizza for dinner. Really, it doesn't get much better than this.
Even Manny got in on the excitement, lunging after his gift and spitting up all over Dad's shirt. (Manny was kind enough to shield the huge patch of spit-up with his head for this pic.)
And here we're all in such a high state of excitement that none of us can manage to look at the camera at the same time; in fact, we're not even looking in the same direction. Maybe next year...
Happy St Nicholas' Day!
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