Santa Delivers

Alexandra asked for a ton of things for Christmas this year: a new bike, new Minnie, Jasmine Barbie, Snow White Barbie, a horse and new shoes. She also was nice enough to make Anthony's list for him: Baby shoes, baby toys, baby food - are we sensing a theme? Well Christmas day came, and although Santa did not bring everything on her list, he came pretty close. She was very excited - although did not mind showing her disappointment that Princess Jasmine Barbie was no where to be found. Kids!

Santa is Scary

So, we have a real Santa living next door - or at least he plays a good one on TV. Each year on Christmas Eve, Todd (the neighbor) dresses up in his Santa outfit and role plays for the kids in the neighborhood and this year was no different. It was Christmas Eve and Papa Gelles, Aunt Jeanette, Uncle Billy, BJ, Gamma, and Uncle Nathan were over for dinner. We had just finished and Papa Gelles was leaving out the garage when the doorbell rang - it was Santa. Alexandra was so excited - she almost could not stand it. She told Santa to hold on and ran outside to get Papa Gelles. Anthony, the baby who normally goes to anyone, was terrified of the man in the red suit. We got our picture taken and made sure Santa new everything on the wish list.

Another Minkie Survives!

Christmas was very interesting this year. Alexandra is finally old enough to "get it". She promised to give up her "minkies" (pacifiers). The deal was to leave them for Santa and he would give her a present for each one. It was time to go to bed and she put all three in her stocking. After about an hour of crying, we caved! We got her favorite out of the stocking and she kept it. After that, she fell right asleep. So it might cost us braces down the road, but I think that is a small price to pay for peace and quiet at night!

Who is he talking to?

So, Anthony started talking a few months ago and as predicted, his first word was Dada. At first, it was totally random, but now he really associates the person with the word. Not too long ago, he started saying NaNa when he got really upset or tired. At first, I thought it was a mistake, but after some time, I realized he was calling me NaNa. He must be confused right? I mean that is what most people would call their grandmother. I guess I am going to have to start teaching him what respect means.