It was a cold and gloomy day in Charleston. The boys kept going to the doors and windows, pointing to the outside and grunting. Daddy and I tried to explain that when you are sick with bad colds, you can not go outside in such miserably cold weather. We had made our kitchen into a race track by pushing every toy around with them inside, made our sitting room into their basketball arena and let them have a playdate with the stairs by throwing balls up and down. Yes, people, we were desperate to entertain these precious boys!! Then the doorbell rang.... " We have packages for BT Slade". I naturally assumed it was some music addition or maybe diapers.com, but no, it was a holiday present from Uncle Dave!!!!
A new drum!!! (Dave, I will kill you later. Because they love it too much! Bang, bang! Then bang, bang over the dog and brother's head.) Oh yeah, you gave them Georgia gear. You are in the clear!!!
Uncle Dave, can you tell how much we love your gift!!!
Turner helping Taylor figure out how to open his package.
Bang, bang. Dave, they were in love and your toys bought us some time to watch the Falcon's game again today. Thank you, thank you!!!!
A new drum!!! (Dave, I will kill you later. Because they love it too much! Bang, bang! Then bang, bang over the dog and brother's head.) Oh yeah, you gave them Georgia gear. You are in the clear!!!
Uncle Dave, can you tell how much we love your gift!!!
Turner helping Taylor figure out how to open his package.
Bang, bang. Dave, they were in love and your toys bought us some time to watch the Falcon's game again today. Thank you, thank you!!!!
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