Christmas with a 14-month old...
Means that the bottom third of your tree lacks ornaments.
Means that every time she passes by the front door, we have to open it to see the lights hanging from the porch.
Means that we don't know who gave what to whom, since the gift tags to most of presents under the tree are scattered throughout the house.
Means that the Christmas cards are also scattered throughout the house, which is actually kind of nice because I see the smiling faces of our friends' children in odd places throuhout the day. Under the kitchen table are Kyle, Lucas and Olivia, and on the stairs are Gavin and Grady. Lucy was spotted in the sofa cushions.
Means that taking the picture of a very wiggly little person for our own card took nearly two hours and almost resulted in divorce due to the different artistic visions held by the parents.
Means that if you listen carefully, you can hear Baby C sing "la la la" during Deck the Halls.
Means that I have an excuse for listening to John Denver and the Muppets (best Christmas CD EVER).
Means that squeals of excitement and delight ring out over the boxes and wrapping paper.
Means it's all wonder and none of the want... pure magic!
Merry Christmas.
Nota Bene
This is what I learned this past weekend.
When describing someone who plays devil's advocate, just for the sheer fun of being contrarian, one often says that such a person enjoys baiting another.
When describing someone who is an expert in the field, one often says that such a person is a master.
When describing a person expert at playing devil's advocate, however, one should probably not say that the person is a master baiter. Just sayin'.
When describing someone who plays devil's advocate, just for the sheer fun of being contrarian, one often says that such a person enjoys baiting another.
When describing someone who is an expert in the field, one often says that such a person is a master.
When describing a person expert at playing devil's advocate, however, one should probably not say that the person is a master baiter. Just sayin'.
Please Don't Squeeze
The hottest toy of the season? I'm looking at it. It doesn't tickle or giggle, but it is rather... absorbent. Move aside Elmo--you've met your match. 2008 shall heretofore be known as the Year of Cottonelle.
As in the toilet paper. Specifically, the jumbo-pack of 24 double rolls. Encased in plastic, the Cottonelle forms a cushy, crinkly block that, to watch Baby C, is pure joy to climb over, push, and bounce upon. I'm quite confident that her exuberance over the TP is unmatched (at least in the Western world); she puts those women in the Charmin commercial to shame.
You may want to stock up. If this catches on, crazed parents may start lining up at 4:00 a.m. so their child isn't disappointed on Christmas morning. There will be a rush on the product, perhaps a shortage. Consider yourself warned.
As in the toilet paper. Specifically, the jumbo-pack of 24 double rolls. Encased in plastic, the Cottonelle forms a cushy, crinkly block that, to watch Baby C, is pure joy to climb over, push, and bounce upon. I'm quite confident that her exuberance over the TP is unmatched (at least in the Western world); she puts those women in the Charmin commercial to shame.
You may want to stock up. If this catches on, crazed parents may start lining up at 4:00 a.m. so their child isn't disappointed on Christmas morning. There will be a rush on the product, perhaps a shortage. Consider yourself warned.
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