Dear Santa,
Thank you so much for my first Christmas. I had a great time! First, I got to wake everyone up early. Then mommy and daddy let me crawl all the way to the tree and pull out the paper that was hiding under it! Did you know there were toys inside that paper?
I love playing with all of my new toys. My shakers make lots of noise, and my lap top is just like daddy's! I don't know how you knew just what to get me. Please give your elves a big, drooly kiss for me.
Later that day (after mommy made me take a nap - boo!) lots of new adoring subjects came over to tell me how cute I am. I graced them all with a smile, and even let some of them pick me up! I bet Queen Elizabeth never lets her subjects pick her up.
That night, silly mommy and daddy tried to put me down for a full night's sleep. I was very tired, but I was just too excited from the day. I got up lots during the night to remind them about all the fun we had!
I heard about something called Christmas in July. Could you send me a brochure? I want to be ready.
Love,
Babykins
P.S. Wasn't I the cutest baby ever in my fuzzy "Baby's First Christmas" jammies? I'll wear them again next week in case you want to come back and leave more presents.
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas. Show all posts
Monday, December 27, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Santa!!!
Last weekend, we joined the age-old tradition of taking small children to sit on an old man's lap. Despite the freezing weather, we bundled up Babykins and took her to meet Santa (we had the opportunity to visit Santa in Honolulu, but it just didn't seem authentic - plus, it's slightly odd that Hawaiian Santa wears board shorts and has his jacket open).
Dressed in her Nittany Lion snow suit, Babykins was the cutest baby in line. We popped her on Santa's lap, where she grabbed his hand and told him all her Christmas wishes. Ok. She might not have talked, but she did grab his hand and pose while the official photographer, Auntie MO, Daddykins, and Grandpa all snapped away.
After a minute, we saw the little chin start to quiver and the eyes scrunching up in preparation for a good cry, so we scooped up Babykins and were on our way. The entire experience only lasted a few minutes, but it was a magical start to the Christmas holiday.
Tonight we're preparing to place out milk and cookies for Santa and carrots for his reindeer. Babykins may not understand the significance, but Mommykins is sure looking forward to the snack.
Dressed in her Nittany Lion snow suit, Babykins was the cutest baby in line. We popped her on Santa's lap, where she grabbed his hand and told him all her Christmas wishes. Ok. She might not have talked, but she did grab his hand and pose while the official photographer, Auntie MO, Daddykins, and Grandpa all snapped away.
After a minute, we saw the little chin start to quiver and the eyes scrunching up in preparation for a good cry, so we scooped up Babykins and were on our way. The entire experience only lasted a few minutes, but it was a magical start to the Christmas holiday.
Tonight we're preparing to place out milk and cookies for Santa and carrots for his reindeer. Babykins may not understand the significance, but Mommykins is sure looking forward to the snack.
Monday, December 20, 2010
Wood Floor Wasteland
We have arrived safely in the frozen tundra that is Pennsylvania and snuggled down in my parents' home with no intention of leaving the heated house. While Hubbykins and I have overindulged in Christmas cookies, Babykins has had to face down the Wood Floor Wasteland.
My parents have a beautiful, new wood floor in their living room, with an area rug in the middle. While it's gorgeous to look at (and fun for me to slide across in my socks), it posed a serious problem for Babykins when we arrived. Not only is Babykins new to crawling, she has only ever experienced crawling on carpets, or on tile with bare knees. So when her toy rolled off the area rug onto the wood floor, she didn't think twice about chasing after it. Seconds later, she had wiped out, her pants-covered knees skidding across the wood.
This didn't deter our intrepid crawler, who doubled her efforts...and promptly slid backwards. Unworried, she quickly decided she didn't really like that toy anyway, and turned her attention to other toys that were safely lying on the rug. This quickly led to the Wood Floor Wasteland, where once beloved toys slowly languished outside the reach of Babykins.
This contentment with playing on the rug quickly ended, however, when the Christmas tree lights went on that night. If ever there was something that would motivate Babykins to brave the Wood Floor Wasteland, it's the sparkle of a hundred lights and ornaments just waiting to be pulled off the tree.
We watched her square her shoulders, stare down the tree, and slowly move a knee onto the wood. It took a few tries, but by dinnertime, Babykins had learned how to anchor herself with her hands while sliding her knees forward. By bedtime, she was able to quickly and stealthily propel herself from the rug to the tree, little hand outstretched to wreak havoc on the lower branches.
Babykins still prefers the ease and safety of the area rug, but it's no longer surrounded by an effective wood moat, and breakables in the house are no longer safe. She may not have brought her Adventurer Vest with her to Pennsylvania, but Babykins is still conquering all in her path.
My parents have a beautiful, new wood floor in their living room, with an area rug in the middle. While it's gorgeous to look at (and fun for me to slide across in my socks), it posed a serious problem for Babykins when we arrived. Not only is Babykins new to crawling, she has only ever experienced crawling on carpets, or on tile with bare knees. So when her toy rolled off the area rug onto the wood floor, she didn't think twice about chasing after it. Seconds later, she had wiped out, her pants-covered knees skidding across the wood.
This didn't deter our intrepid crawler, who doubled her efforts...and promptly slid backwards. Unworried, she quickly decided she didn't really like that toy anyway, and turned her attention to other toys that were safely lying on the rug. This quickly led to the Wood Floor Wasteland, where once beloved toys slowly languished outside the reach of Babykins.
This contentment with playing on the rug quickly ended, however, when the Christmas tree lights went on that night. If ever there was something that would motivate Babykins to brave the Wood Floor Wasteland, it's the sparkle of a hundred lights and ornaments just waiting to be pulled off the tree.
We watched her square her shoulders, stare down the tree, and slowly move a knee onto the wood. It took a few tries, but by dinnertime, Babykins had learned how to anchor herself with her hands while sliding her knees forward. By bedtime, she was able to quickly and stealthily propel herself from the rug to the tree, little hand outstretched to wreak havoc on the lower branches.
Babykins still prefers the ease and safety of the area rug, but it's no longer surrounded by an effective wood moat, and breakables in the house are no longer safe. She may not have brought her Adventurer Vest with her to Pennsylvania, but Babykins is still conquering all in her path.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Babykins' Big Night Out
This weekend, instead of visions of Sugar Plum Fairies, Babykins had visions of Christmas trees, marching bands,and Santa dancing through her head. Saturday night we attended the Honolulu City Lights tree lighting and electric parade.
We arrived at 5:30 to secure our spot, and spent the next hour chatting with Hubbykins' co-workers. Babykins was very patient with all of the grown up chit chat, using the time to charm everyone around us. At 6:30, they lit the tree, a 55 foot Norfolk Pine (personally, I'd been hoping for a palm tree, but Honolulu decided to go the more traditional route). The changing lights and sparkling ornaments kept Babykins captivated for the 5 minutes until the parade came by.
I had been a little worried that Babykins would begin to cry when the first marching band came through. The last time she saw a parade, it was the Memorial Day parade in Qtown, and I quickly had to take her inside because of the noise. This time, though, our big, bad 7-monther actually started crying when the band left. She loved every minute of the parade, and watched with rapt attention, eyes and mouth both wide open, for the entire hour.
By this time, it was 7:45, and Hubbykins and I decided to brave a little baby wrath by stopping at the small carnival where they had food booths, keiki (children's) rides, and a Christmas concert. True to form, Babykins was an angel, chomping away contentedly on her Cheerios, listening to the music, and using Hubbykins and I as jungle gyms while we had our dinner.
As soon as we finished dinner we hurried Babykins home, finally popping her in to bed at 9:15, more than an hour past bed time. She woke up every 45 minutes throughout the night, but really, who can blame her? Who has time to sleep when there are so many fabulous new sights and sounds to think about?
We arrived at 5:30 to secure our spot, and spent the next hour chatting with Hubbykins' co-workers. Babykins was very patient with all of the grown up chit chat, using the time to charm everyone around us. At 6:30, they lit the tree, a 55 foot Norfolk Pine (personally, I'd been hoping for a palm tree, but Honolulu decided to go the more traditional route). The changing lights and sparkling ornaments kept Babykins captivated for the 5 minutes until the parade came by.
I had been a little worried that Babykins would begin to cry when the first marching band came through. The last time she saw a parade, it was the Memorial Day parade in Qtown, and I quickly had to take her inside because of the noise. This time, though, our big, bad 7-monther actually started crying when the band left. She loved every minute of the parade, and watched with rapt attention, eyes and mouth both wide open, for the entire hour.
By this time, it was 7:45, and Hubbykins and I decided to brave a little baby wrath by stopping at the small carnival where they had food booths, keiki (children's) rides, and a Christmas concert. True to form, Babykins was an angel, chomping away contentedly on her Cheerios, listening to the music, and using Hubbykins and I as jungle gyms while we had our dinner.
As soon as we finished dinner we hurried Babykins home, finally popping her in to bed at 9:15, more than an hour past bed time. She woke up every 45 minutes throughout the night, but really, who can blame her? Who has time to sleep when there are so many fabulous new sights and sounds to think about?
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