I have a fridge full of leftovers, a counter full of dishes, a cup of tea, and a comatose cat.
Great success. 🙂
Let’s see… Grandparents with a big, fancy camera… Parents with a new, fancy camera… Baby’s first Christmas… Yeah, there were one or two photos.
Here we are conversing during the 12.6 seconds that Grandma was not holding the baby today.
Ok, I’m conversing. She’s gumming her dress and laughing at me. What can you do?
Here are the people who brought the baby to family Christmas. With the baby, of course. And the sweatshirt from Grandma. (“I’m so cute I must be Irish”. Both Mom and Grandma cling very tenaciously to their Irish heritage.)
Four months old is, perhaps, a bit young to understand the logistics of present-opening. But we will concentrate very hard (and get some help from Mom and Dad), and will be triumphant.
Of course, if it’s a stubborn present we can always use our laser beam eyes!
This cracks me up because my brother is not the biggest fan of cats, and Anatole looks like Chad is the love of his life. Heh.
And this has been the cat for the last couple/few hours. The baby wasn’t the only one who was out of routine today…
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.