Jaci Dawn

Christmas was so busy once everyone got here. I spent so much time playing with Javan and packing Chubby Wubby around that I almost forgot Zephaniah.

Javan begging to be tickled.

Chubby Wubby.

I didn’t mean to ignore my oldest grandson, it’s just he was so quiet.

Early in the afternoon he picked out that spot in front of the chair and Christmas tree and that is where he stayed.

He quietly amassed all the Duplos ™ that were gifted to him and his brother, Javan. He collected the talking tools that Santa gave him. And the candy canes full of candy plus the little gift boxes with the bubble bath and body paints.

He parked himself right there and barely moved a foot from all those wonder-filled gifts.

He paused long enough to eat some applesauce but he totally ignored anything else being served as Christmas Dinner (Brunswick Stew, Macaroni & Cheese). Zephan was Body Guard of the toys.

While Javan ran from one end of the house to the other and Baby Eli got hauled around by everyone, Zephan parked.

I think he said three words to me. Pweeze. Tank Oo. And “No! Mine!”

I think he was overwhelmed by gifts.

I think he is a little bit OCD.

That’s OK: his Gamma is a little bit OCD and so is his Uncle Levi.

So what  if Javan ran around and got tickled and laughed and pointed and told us stories. So what if Eli has usurped the position of the Cutest Weisser boy Ever? Zephan has possession of every toy and he was busy organizing them. For hours on end.

We don’t know yet who Chubby Wubby will be. Right now he is just too cuddly to set down. Even Tante Chrystal was in love with him.

And that is the Truth. Phllllbbbbbttttt.

(Zephan cried when he had to leave…)