Yes, I am three days late and also promised pictures yesterday, but so what? You wanna make something of it? This is the first break I've had from my child in four days, including the four solid hours of yesterday that I spent trying to convince her to sleep. It seems that the combination of Christmas, the sudden appearance in her toy room of every piece of Little People crap known to man, and having Fun Daddy home for a week and counting leads to that dreaded condition known as Toddler Overload. Also knows as "It's a Good Thing I Love this Kid Because She Sure is Rotten-itis." Plus, I've spent my very brief stretches of free time doing twelve loads of laundry because suddenly it is not possible for me to continue to breathe if I do not have piles of little blue jammies and onesies neatly piled in the crib. Hi, I'm nesting, how are you?
Anyway, without further ado, I present the Abbreviated Christmas Photo Essay. Check out Chris's site in the coming days for a link to what I am sure will be a much more extensive assortment. ("Fun Daddy" has more free time than "I Want My Mommy Now!". Remind me to make him start doing the laundry.)
Decorating cookies on Christmas Eve. Not pictured is the Grandparent assembly line, who were charged with applying frosting and who ate roughly half of the cookies in various stages of decoration. I shouldn't have bothered making dinner.
Play food from Santa. The hot dogs are a huge hit. Child has never seen a hot dog in her life.
"Bumblebee toy" from Santa, deemed acceptable, Mom and Dad exchanged a surreptitious high five once toddler's back was turned to congratulate selves on not ruining Christmas.
Christmas dress and pigtails. Oh yes, and robot. Mia is in the middle of a robot fetish. If you ever see her, you should ask her to talk like a robot because it is the funniest thing to ever happen in this universe or any other.
The shiny shoes. Gotta love Target.
More cousins. Well, I mean, the same two cousins, clearly, just an additional shot of them. We also have a few shots of all three cousins, but I am way too fat to be posting pictures of myself on the internet. Important note to pregnant girls though, once you get too fat to cross your legs you should stop wearing skirts shorter than your ankles. 2007 will henceforth be known as the year Chris took 18 pictures of my crotch. Happy Holidays.
Ah. A brand new baby doll (tentatively named Herman, and don't make fun because that was my grandfather's name) and a strawberry the size of your fist. Life just doesn't get much better than that.