Baby bug,
We are getting ready for your very first Christmas. You haven't rolled since that first time, apparently once you did it once you were done. We've started calling you Miley Cyrus because you now sit around the house with your tongue hanging out (much like a certain out of control pop star). Unlike her, however, you are doing your best to keep this face off camera. Here's the best we got:
Santa sent you and your brothers an early Christmas present, The Grinch for you and The Polar Express for your brothers:
You all love The Grinch, we've read it every night since you got it.
We went up to conifer to get a Christmas tree. A very rich old man on an ATV drove us around his land and your dad picked out the perfect tree. Caleb and Daddy cut it down, while you, Noah and I watched coldly from the background.
Here's the finished product...maybe Santa will bring your brother pants that fit for Christmas.
You've been sampling everything I eat...so far you seem to like all of it. Your current dislikes include getting buckled in anything and going to bed. You went to your first Broncos loss. It was fun, but cold and a not so pleasant outcome, here's your newest "bundled" outfit.
Tomorrow we're going on the polar express... Pictures to follow. Love you lots darling daughter!
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