Ho Ho Holidays

The annual lodge Christmas Party was on Friday. Izzy had been anticipating her visit with Santa, but told us she did not want to sit on his lap and she would just stand on the stairs. She was the second kid on his lap. She ran to him and, as you can see from the picture, she sat on his lap! She told him she wanted her Cinderella Glass slippers and he told her that may be dangerous if they were to break. She then broke the news to Santa that they weren’t real glass slippers, they were just pretend.

We sat Maggie with Santa as well and she tried to figure him out, but her “stranger danger” is starting to set in and she started crying.

We tried later to get a family picture with Santa, but he reached up to touch her hand and she started crying again. Family Picture with Santa = Fail!

Luke and I enlisted some quality time from Grammy and Grand Davey on Saturday and dropped the girls off so we could START our Christmas shopping. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. We did pretty well, but we still have to finish up. That means this Saturday will be spent trying to find gifts along with the rest of the last minute shoppers out there.

Sunday we finally put up our Christmas tree. Maggie likes to stare at it and if you get too close she will try to touch it. Izzy helped put up the ornaments, but I had to move most of them because they were either all on the same branch or too low. We can only decorate the top 2/3 of the tree so the dogs won’t be tempted to eat it. Here’s hoping the tree and the dogs survive until Christmas.

Maggie turned 7 months old on Saturday. As a reward, we introduced her to the world of teething biscuits. She knew immediately what to do with it. Unfortunately, she drops them on the floor before she gets too far into them. We also bought her some banana flavored rice puffs but she didn’t like that they stuck to her tongue and would just spit them out. She has been protesting solid food for a few weeks. It’s a miracle if you can get her to take 3 bites of something. At first I thought maybe she was getting a tooth, but there are no teeth in there. Perhaps it’s just a phase? Maybe she’s tired of hearing people talk about how chubby she is?

Before we get to Christmas, and before I end this update, I must point out that Jim’s birthday is Friday. I won't tell you exactly how old he will be, but it’s more than 34 and less than 36. Happy Birthday Uncle Jimmy!

P.S.  Here's a picture of all of us at the Christmas party, too bad I'm blocking Maggie.