My family has been aggressively campaigning for me to publish a few Christmas photos of Clara-B, and I am loathe to disappoint them.
Here Clara sits in all of her Christmas-Sunday finery. She was predictably well behaved for the Christmas program at church, which was good since that meant that Jeremy got to enjoy it. (I also managed to more or less enjoy it myself, through all of my anxiety; I think it turned out well!)
Christmas Eve was great--especially when Clara took a nose-dive off of the couch while Jeremy was struggling to read "The Night Before Christmas" to her. Classic CB. She just did not see what all the fuss was about and was not interested in this random book she'd never seen before.
Christmas morning was delightful. She was jumping up and down in her crib when we went to get her up, so she must have known it was a special morning (then again, she does that every morning, so I guess every day is special). We actually couldn't get her that excited about anything, so we lured her towards her stocking by putting her morning soy milk under the tree. That did it. The next twenty minutes or so involved us trying to get her to open her presents when she preferred to sit quietly and drink her soya, in all of her bed-headed glory. She really is not much for opening presents. When we would tear off a strip of paper to get the opening going, she would just take the piece of paper and delicately try to smooth it back onto the package. Clearly she has not changed much in the three weeks since her birthday. (I just figure she is Jeremy's daughter and therefore prizes order. Or something.)
We had three families over for Christmas dinner, which was really fun, although I was starting to come down with something and wasn't feeling quite myself. The food was all delicious, though, and nothing got broken, and I don't recall any crying children (other than CB, who--mental note--does not like pinatas being hit). The highlight was that everyone consented to singing carols. It was a Christmas miracle!
As a final bonus to our Christmas week, we received three packages in mail today, so the merry-making continued! This picture of Clara opening a gift from Jeremy's parents really captures how Clara approaches unwrapping her gifts: with great suspicion. She's always happy to see what's inside, though!
Merry Christmas, one and all!
2 comments:
Finalmente. I think that's Spanish, or whatever.
I think the way she opens presents is curiosity mixed with mild disgust. As if she's saying, 'You got me out of bed for this? It's paper, you fools!' Now that she's hip to it, next year it may take more than soy milk to get her under the tree.
I hope the Hair Fairy is proud of that particular visit. Everyone looks great and even though we couldn't call you when we were looking at the blog, be sure that the oohs, awws, and other various squeals and gasps of joy were in abundance.
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