"I think I'm going to die." That's a direct quote from my 5 1/2 year old Bug when I told him he had to wait 3 more days to open his Christmas presents. Between the small living room, big tree and train that wraps around the tree, under the loveseat and half the living room floor, we've resorted to stacking the presents up behind the couch. It's all I could do to stop him from sorting out the mountain of gifts already. Did I mention the stack of presents is almost as big as the couch! God Bless Grandparents! And that's only gifts from one set of grandparents. The others will come actually on Christmas Day.
So I've convinced him that he's not going to die if he has to wait 3 more days. Then I stepped out of the room for maybe 5 minutes. Seriously - it wasn't that long, but Bug constructed a "house" for himself - so we know he's got his father's building genes. Here's a picture of his "house". I just pray that it doesn't topple over and break anything.