
I guess you could say Christmas came early this year...but for no apparent reason other than Moriah's impatience. I could take some of the blame, but Moriah takes the cake. She can't keep a good secret. Moriah loves getting her Christmas shopping done early, but it's really become a problem. She's stressed because we haven't gotten a gift for my grandmother yet, but seriously, my mom called me yesterday asking what I want for Christmas.
Point is, Moriah bought my gift the week of Thanksgiving. She let me know it was in a big box in the back of the jeep and that she wanted to give it to me. As if those weren't enough clues, but I was strong.
A week later, we're lounging around, waiting for our favorite HDTV shows to come on. She says, "Why don't you try and guess what your present is?"
I'm thinking
'If I don't guess it, she's going to think she's a bad wife.' I explained this but Moriah insisted, so I listed what I thought it might be: a desk chair, a road bike...no...a surround sound system?
Her face lights up, giving it a way to even the most retarded of human beings.
(This story is getting long, so I'll get to the meat of it.) Even then I tried not to get to the details - brand, color, watts. I wanted to at least have the unknown size of the subwoofer be my Christmas surprise.


It was no secret that Moriah was going to get a digital SLR camera, and this week, Tuesday, it came in the mail. I made it for one day, but I couldn't keep the anxious box in my closet any longer. We exchanged gifts Wednesday night before church.
Sadly this isn't the first time we've fallen prey to the pre-Christmas jitters. Last year we exchanged at least a week early.
We're definitely going to be bad parents.
p.s. I'm writing this in part because Moriah told my my last post sucked hard. So, sorry for those of you who had to endure.
p.p.s. Here are some photos we've taken, playing with Moriah's new toy.

