People have told me over the years, that as an adult, the holidays aren't really fun until you have a kid to celebrate them with. They were right. This was the first year the Goober really got the idea of presents and didn't have to have her presents opened for her:
She still doesn't quite have the hang of packaging, though. She got this open and said "Oooh. A box! I love boxes!" ...was super-duper thrilled when she realized there was SOMETHING IN THE BOX.
The husbeast got her a toy welding set - gloves, striker, welder, and welding hood:
Now she can be a welder, just like Dadad.
The toy playhouse was assembled with the Goober's help:
Unfortunately, Sekhmet has decided it is hers, and is guarding her turf like the evil, furry beast she is.
They've been chasing each other out of the play house all morning. So far no swats have been exchanged, but it's just a matter of time.
Twenty bucks on the cat.
I hope everyone is having a happy, safe day, whether they're celebrating or not.