Oh man. I have become somebody’s worst nightmare. Here I am, sharing braggy photos of my daughter on Christmas morning. I’ve become… my mother.
I hope her extreme cuteness makes up for it.
Behold, this is the second of four Christmas outfits my daughter would wear. Why so many, and isn’t that ridiculous, you might ask? Well, yes it is! but the point is, we have family members to appease. The first was her Christmas jimjams.
We tried to give her a bowhawk again this year, but had to quit after. She would not allow her dignity to be treated thus.
Her grandparents gave her this very feminine car. Already she tried to run over our friend Caleb.
Although she’s not very good at steering, she does love to sit on it and honk the horn.
(We are firm believers in giving her toys geared at girls and boys to play with, so we were all for it.)
This is Christmas Eve. We’re getting ready to pick up Anthony’s grandma and attend a choir concert.
I love how she’s looking up at him.
I told Isobel we were going to go listen to music so she started singing.
We don’t leave the house without her purse. It contains necessary distraction toys. We grab it if we’re going out to dinner, or if we have to wait at a doctor’s office, or any place that we have to sit with her for more than a minute.
An older man saw her with that purse while at a coffee shop and he remarked, “If she can make it in New York, she can make it anywhere!”
Here she is at the concert, enjoying the piano.
And afterward, driving around looking at all the beautiful lights.
I really didn’t decorate this year. I tried, twice, but each time the cats made such complete and utter assholes of themselves I had to take it down. Their most favorite thing to do is chew on the tree and when I attempted garlands, to eat the fake “berries” on them. And then I saw Isobel interested in trying one. UM, NO. The only garland I put up was the flower one you see here (no fake berries) and Jupiter pulled that down at least four times in the three days it was up. The mini tree was brought over on Xmas Eve by Grandma. Of course they tried to destroy it, too. Basically, the theme of Christmas this year boiled down to “We can’t have nice things.”
As I mentioned earlier, we busted out the dollhouse I bought for five dollars at a yardsale when I was pregnant and we gave her some bunnies and some furniture to go inside. She loves it.
One of the accessories that came with the furniture was a little phone. She pretends to use it all the time.
Here are the bunnies. She insisted the Mama bunny and the Dada bunny be naked, and worked for a solid 45 minutes to get their clothes off. No, I don’t know why. I can only assume the Mama and the Dada are naked because she wants a whole lot more bunnies.
More phone time.
I was trying to take photos of the dollhouse when Zorro appeared. He’s all, “Did somebody say…. PRESENTS?!”
After viewing Xmas lights on houses all month, she was very excited to get some inside on a tree.
Ok, here we have Xmas outfit #4. (To recap: the first outfit was her Xmas jimjams, the second was her handmade Guatemalan dress made by a great aunt, the third was the plaid dress her grandma bought her for pictures. This fourth outfit I picked out. Because sometimes Mama gets a say, too. Fortunately, we were invited to enough celebrations to use each outfit. They were important to other family members and she had to wear them before they no longer fit. This is called “Family Politics.”)
She’s eating a cookie, one of the many our friend baked for us. Basically, she now asks for cookies five times a day thanks to Jake. I shall send the cavity bills your way, good sir!
I love this picture because she’s sitting on Dada’s lap opening presents, but also because my aunt is making a hilarious face.
My cousin brought a friend with her to our family Christmas celebration. Not only is she a friend of the family, but she’s also Jewish and was always curious about Christmas celebrations. We had a great time and I think she saw everything there is to see. Even the dysfunction. Hooray!
Oh, also she has a special talent:
Isobel had a great time laying all weird on the floor and singing to her farm animals. What, doesn’t everyone do that on Christmas?
Grandma bought her trick pants. She pulled and pulled by they were stuck together. Silly, grandma!
Christmas Moose makes up for it.
Most of my pictures of her turned out like this, as my daughter moves at the Warp Speed of Presents.
Wow, you made it to the end! You should get some sort of medal. Although everyone who survives Christmas should get a medal.