Attributed to the festivities of the season, Tyler has a new obsession: Scotch tape! I can't wrap a single present without giving Tyler his own pieces of tape to stick wherever he deems appropriate. At first I thought I could make this useful by asking him to put a piece of tape exactly where I needed it to go to hold the wrapping paper on. Patient as I may be, I gave up on that idea after it took him 15 minutes and 5 pieces of tape to put it where I needed it. So we sit together, on the floor. A piece of tape for the present, a piece of tape for Tyler. I should have bought stock in 3M because we are on our third roll of tape just on the Christmas presents under the tree. He doesn't quite get it that one side is sticky and the other side is not. I suppose he just thinks sometimes the tape sticks, sometimes it doesn't. He is quite deliberate and hasn't yet given up on getting the tape to stick to something. Anything. The dog. My hand. The carpet. Lots and lots of it stuck to the nicely wrapped packages under the tree, on parts of the package that don't require tape.

Last night we did our gift exchange with Grandpa Curt. Watching Tyler catch on to the idea of ripping the wrapping paper off the presents so quickly, it dawned on me that this might have been a bad idea. There are still four days left before we open the rest of the presents under the tree. Will he be able to leave them alone?