First Christmas

Jack had been telling me for weeks about how great Christmas was going to be. He took me to see Santa (of course he did all the talking) and showed me how to look for our house elf, Tootie, every morning. But I still didn't realize how really great the wrapping paper and the bows and the new toys would be. The bows were especially exciting for me, all shiny and crinkly. As usual, Jack was totally right about how great Christmas was going to be!

9 months come and gone

Well mom is finally catching up on the blog posts. Hard to believe she just skipped right over the story of my 9 month check up. Sadly I was a sick, sick little guy when I went to the doctor's on December 20. Aside from my ear infections and wicked cold, I got a pretty good report. Four teeth, two on top and two on the bottom, plus I'm 23 lbs and 29 inches. That's 60th percentile, down a bit from my 90th percentile numbers a few months ago but not unexpected since I've been such a busy guy with all my crawling. Hey, I've got a big brother to keep up with! And of course as is typical for the second child, no pictures to go along with the post.

Thankgiving = Christmas decorating!

So I know my brother thinks that all the Thanksgiving food is the best part of the holiday but I think the best part is that the Christmas decorations come out. Who knew these things would be so cool? My first favorites were this Charlie Brown snow globe and this tree-shaped drawing toy. Then I discovered the Thomas train around the tree. Then I was on to pulling ornaments off the bottom of the tree. How could you leave those things alone? So tempting - shiny and dangling... By the time we took our tree down, there were no ornaments on the bottom third. My brother told me that the packages were even better than the ornaments and the decorations. Man was he right. Look for more posts about the rest of our holiday adventures soon.

Stand in the place where you are!

I guess it's not so surprising that mom hasn't had much time to update the blog. Between Halloween and Thansgiving, I was a total master of the army crawl and moving really fast. Plus I was working on pulling myself up to stand on whatever I could get to - chairs, the coffee table, the sofa, the stairs, bookcases... This means I was into everything, especially the stuff I'm not supposed to be in. And just when I figured out how to open my brother's art cabinet, mom put a lock on the door. She's no fun at all! To make it up to me, she got out some of Jack's old toys. The music table was an immediate favorite. And of course, leave it to Jack to give me a few rides in the wagon. I did end up mastering a proper crawl just after Thanksgiving but you'll have to wait for another post about that.