Yes, yes, yes...Mommy is slacking on posting. I'll pay for your therapy later.
December brought with it the always wonderful Hanukkah and Christmas. Hanukkah sort of snuck up on me this year, but I came home one day to find you singing the dreidel song and realized I had better get on it! Oma and Opa came over for the menorah lighting, present giving and latke eating....or if you are a toddler: The applesauce smearing, wrapping paper ripping, and massive amounts of gelt eating. Gelt are those little chocolate coins wrapped in gold foil. Apparently, if your Big Heads will not unwrap another piece for you, it is entirely appropriate to just eat the whole thing with the foil on it. Hey, whatever you have to do to get to the chocolate, kid. If there is one person who understands this, it is Mommy.
Checking out my new ride!
After a tediously ongoing (and still unsettled) annual "discussion" about whether to get a fake or real tree, a Noble Fir was purchased and dangerously decorated from top to bottom with energy inefficient and lead containing lights and expensive glass ornaments. Yes, even at the bottom of the tree. Yes, even though multiple people of the grandparent variety warned me that you would stick one in your mouth and be scarred for life. For the record, you did not eat any lead containing lights or glass ornaments. I can neither confirm nor deny that certain low hanging ornaments may have been pulled from the tree because they were fruits. And you were hungry. And you just learned how to say "orange." Or something that sounds vaguely like that.
Soon to be a mess of pine needles and wrapping paper.
There was no convincing you it wasn't a real carrot.
Holy Tacky Awesomeness Dada!
Holy Tacky Awesomeness Part Deux!
Eve-of-Christmas-Eve Celebration with Lilz. We are about three seconds away from a helpful push right here.
And still loving Lilz's sparkly shoes. For the record, Lilz does NOT like little boys to wear her shoes.
Mommy didn't really have any plans to buy you presents this year. You have enough toys to happily remain on the naughty list through the fourth grade, and plenty of family members filled up the space under the tree with their own offerings. But Dada and Lilz's Big Heads gave me the guilt trip of all guilt trips at our Eve-of-Christmas-Eve Celebration, so off I went to Toys-R-Us on the afternoon of December 24th to purchase gifts. Yup. December 24th. Afternoon. Toys-R-Us. In and of itself, this act has put Mommy on the "Nice" list until 2016.
We had an awesome time decorating cookies (read: eating sprinkles straight from the jar), and then it was off to bed so that Santa could make his stop in the suburbs.
I better have a taste of these sprinkles before we get started. Just to make sure they're OK.
And maybe just another taste for mid-session quality control.
They say moderation is key in life. But I am a toddler, and I have no idea what moderation means.
That cookie under that mound of sprinkles? That one is mine. Santa can have my broccoli.
We spent all of Christmas day in our jammies, and you spent much of the day opening presents, playing with presents, dancing to Christmas music, and eating sprinkles you found embedded in the carpet of the breakfast nook. It was pretty perfect and wonderful. I spent a lot of time giving Daddy meaningful glances over your head. And maybe eating a few sprinkles.
Boy in motion.
Dada definitely not reliving childhood fantasy right here.
Or here.
Cooking plastic pizza in new microwave while wearing Elmo slippers? Check!
Dear Santa, Next year we would like a toy vacuum that actually cleans the floor. Thanks, Mommy.
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