Randomness: The Alida Version

On Christmas day, you could have played with these as well as anything else in the house the entire day.

When you are aware that I want to take a picture you currently stop. close your eyes. wait for the flash. then you open your eyes and smile.

At the boys' Christmas program, you made it through Jingle Bells, then your dad had to take you out to play in the lobby.

Your scab has come off and you have a bit of a mark left on your nose. The first of many I suppose.

You're increasingly independent. At home you want someone to cart you around everywhere. Once you are in public you don't want to be held and you pitch a fit when we try to hold your hand. It makes public outings a bit hard without the stroller, which you are really getting too big for.

Your smile is huge.

You are the first one to the bath every night--you love it.

You love it there too.

Daintiness doesn't appear to be one of your natural qualities at the moment.

But you are a good sport and let your dad put pull-ups on your head and you go on about playing peek-a-boo from behind the curtains with us. And really, what more could we ask for?