Santa

Oliver definitely caught on to "Santa" this year, which made is so much more fun for Sam and I. Oliver didn't just write a letter to Santa and sit on Santa's lap, he was Santa. My mom gave him a Santa hat, which he insisted on wearing everywhere. He spent almost the whole of December delivering presents all around the house. He and Ruby never tried to open a single one, but all the "delivering" left the wrapping pretty beat up by Christmas morning. When merely delivering presents wasn't enough for our Santa he would sit on the edge of his blanket and command his reindeer (me) to pull him around on his sleigh.

We also listened to a lot of Christmas music and Ollie liked to combine all the different lyrics into his own version of a Christmas song. His favorite is Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, of which he can sing the entire thing - except he changed "yipee to woohoo!" From the beginning, when we explained the whole "Santa" thing to him and had him write a letter Oliver only asked for two things: a concrete mixing truck and a front-end loader. He never wavered once from then on, that was all he wanted and luckily Santa came through for him. We have been mixing concrete and building roads ever since.