Mommy’s Christmas Gift
Every Christmas I try to make my wife one homemade gift. We do stockings for each other, and we buy each other little things we probably don't really need. But on top of that, I like to make something a little more special. This year I drew a picture of Baby J. I framed the picture, and I wrapped it up. We leave little clues on our presents for each other, so we can try to guess before we open them. My clue to her was: Mommy's Little Monkey.
Mommy's Little Monkey
D.
Santa’s Little Helper
After Christmas day, Baby J. and I assembled the big gift we received, one of those baby carriages you pull with your bike. It was the big gift from Grandma. Baby J. tried helping me unload the box. She lost interest, when I actually started assembling the carriage. Then later when I tried testing it out by putting her into it, she had a meltdown. Oh well, she'll get used to it. We can't use it for a few months anyway, the snow has finally arrived in our region, and there won't be any bike riding for awhile now.
Santa's Little Helper
D.
Christmas Gifts Abound
christmas gifts everywhere
Baby J.'s first Christmas consisted of a LOT of presents. I think she received more presents this Christmas than I have in my last 10 combined.
Despite ball poppers and mega blocks and bath toys galore, despite bongos and books and new teddy bears, despite stacking cups and board books and a pretty purple purse, despite toy phones and toy puppies and toys, toys, toys, she loved most of all the wrapping paper and the boxes. And yesterday, she was back in the kitchen playing with tupperware lids while her toys sat unused in another room.
Maybe next year I'll just wrap some empty boxes.
D.
