Happy 21-month birthday, baby! Tonight we finished decorating the tree and daddy even got some lights put up in the front of the house, even with his fever. This time last year you were learning to crawl, which I think you hated because you'd whine while you did it. All the other babies in your classroom were crawling. Even the ones younger than you. You'd rather sit there and watch or else have us tote you around or hold onto our fingers while you "walked". But you showed those other babies, next month you got into walking on your own, as well as pulling up in the crib, which disturbed everyone's rest when you'd practice in your sleep then freak out because you couldn't get back down. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
This year, you're saying "Christmas Tree" and "Santa Clause" and "OH MAN!" every time you see a house with lights on it. You ask for "moe" when you want the new train in the tree that daddy bought you to go round and round again. You're learning Jingle Bells and making Christmas art at school, which you bring home daily. In decorating the tree this year, we came across the ornament with your baby picture in it that you made at school last year. Fantastic! You're learning to jump and drinking from a regular cup and going to bed with books and songs before lights out. You are helping me do laundry and dishes, instead of pulling them all out of the cabinets and licking them.
Like last year, though, your nose is still runny. Tis the season.
This year we don't have our kitties. This will be the first Christmas in about 22 years that we don't have cats that eat the Christmas tree needles. It's just the three of us. They both passed away last year over the holidays, within 2 weeks of each other.
This year you'll get egg nogg instead of soy formula! Bring on the goodies!
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