We bundled Lila up again this year to cut down, er, pick out our tree at Home Depot.
|She's pointing to the top of the tree she could see through the sunroof.|
She "helped" Daddy put lights on the tree.
She "helped" us hang some ornaments - although not before we made the mistake of handing her one of her many "Baby's First Christmas" ornaments and saying, "Here, Lila you can hang your ornament," and then trying force her to relinquish it to it's spot on the tree. The child was not thrilled about the prospect of handing over anything that had previously been described as "hers."
By the time we were done it was past her bedtime and she was pretty zoned out.
I'm pretty excited about Christmas this year because I think the magic will begin for Lila from now on. She's really into playing with a little nativity scene which I strategically placed on the bottom shelf of our built-ins. She calls it "Baby Jesus and those guys." And she puts them to bed every night. However, it often looks like some sort of twisted Nativity Massacre. The bink is her signature. They call her the Bink Bandit. Okay...I've now taken this creepy digression too far.
Anyway, back to how we've been Christmasing our home. In lieu of our usuals (I Will, Somewhere Over the Rainbow, You are My Sunshine, Goodnight My Someone, etc) we've been singing Christmas songs before bed - Lila's favorite is Sara Groves' version of Angels We Have Heard on High which she calls "Gloria Song," and Sufjan's version of Bring a Torch, Jeanette Isabella which she calls, "Hush, hush song." The other day she was walking around the house saying, "Deo! Deo! Deo! Gloria! Gloria! Deo!" I tried to get a video, but for being such a show off, that kid is hard to capture on film. I think because she can't get through a line of a song without interjecting, "My do! Pictures!" Which means, "I'd rather look at the pictures on the camera than recreate that adorable scene for you to document, Mom."
I did manage to capture this though:
You're welcome, Mom and Little Sister. I know you're the only ones who watch these videos in their entirety besides us.
More to come soon - including the stories of a few adventures I had on Tuesday. But for now I'm busy tending to my almost two-year-old Baby Girl who has yet another cold. All orifices are streaming and her cheeks are rosy red. She cries when I wipe her nose because it's already so raw and her hair was plastered to her cheeks with snot this morning. It's so sad. And gross. *sigh*