Having Christmas with a 3 1/2 year old means that the holiday takes on a new meaning. You can’t go to bed without leaving cookies for Santa and carrots for his reindeer. Tearing open gifts with wild abandon is the norm. Best of all, your mom lets you eat as many cookies as you want for one day (Julia consumed four large sugar cookies along with a whole cinnamon roll). What I liked best about spending time with the kiddos is that Julia has now reached an age where she says some of the funniest things I’ve ever heard. Here are two favorites from the weekend:
* Julia: Aunt Tammy? Do you like this song? Me: Yes, I do. Do you? Julia: No, I’m not a fan. Me: What did you say? Julia: I’m not a fan.
* Julia: Where’s Santa? (We were at the Mall on Christmas Eve). Me: I think he’s gone to the North Pole to get ready for tonight. Julia: Well, where’s the pretend Santa? I looked at my sister in surprise wondering if she’d told Julia the Mall Santa was pretend. Ralph just shrugged and whispered, “I don’t know where she got that.”
It just amazes me her insight and intelligence. She’s so quick and funny. I’m sure some of you may think that’s just normal for a 3 1/2 year-old, but I’d like to think it’s because she’s brilliant!
Lydia, at almost 11 months, is a sweet, sweet girl. She’s cuddly and quiet unless she’s sick or hungry. Otherwise she finds joy in watching Julia dance around, playing with toys or having someone make faces at her. It’s going to be really fun watching her grow up.