Christmas with Zoe

After trying to co-ordinate visiting with my family and making sure everyone got enough Zoe-time (the fights over who got to hold the baby never descended into bloodshed and there were actually diaper changing "volunteers"), the clan took off for L.A. Since traveling with Zozo is not the most fun endeavor, we had a quiet Christmas eve and Christmas in Berkeley. Due to a hold over from when Max was little, all presents are opened on Christmas eve (Max's impatience as a 34 year old can only be a pale mirror of what it was as a 4 year old). Even though Max is an "adult" I still have to hide any gifts for him and use threats of coal for Christmas to prevent any serepticious opening and tape tampering. While she received many gifts, the impatience and excitement aren't quite there for Zoe, maybe next year...