For most people, Christmas just comes once a year, but not for Dorian. In Santa-esque style, late last night, our boxes arrived. But, on a tiny Datsun-like truck. We only had twenty boxes, of which over half were Dorian's toys or the boys' clothes (because we decided to put the majority of our stuff in storage).
We put Dorian's boxes in the play room and waited until morning....
It definitely felt like Christmas. His usually way-too-early wake-up got me excitedly out of bed this morning as I couldn't wait to see his face when we saw that his toys had arrived.
Arthur was happy, too, to have some new toys.
And, Dorian's been busy all day. This week is school vacation. His toys could not have come at a better time!!