This year, Annie really GOT Christmas, just like Halloween, only now, in addition to the hoards of candy, presents are involved. Annie wrote Santa a few weeks ago and asked for a red bike. The day before Christmas she amended her request and asked for a blue one, but Santa can only work so hard to make dreams come true for EVERY kid, so Annie accepted her red bike with glee. Utter glee. We spent Christmas in Connecticut just like her previous 3. This time, her cousins Ben and Riley also came up from Savannah to share in the joy. At Oma and Papa Joe's house (or as I like to call it, Christmas Party West) down the street, Aunt Jennifer, Uncle Jon and cousins Luke and Colin were there to offer another Christmas spectacular. It was so nice to see Colin and Annie, who are only 8 months apart, play together, and play they did. Luke (who is almost 7 and incredibly awesome with his younger cousins), Colin and Annie came up with a telephone game where they went upstairs whose bedrooms all have their own phones. The game basically made each of the three bedrooms into a house for each of them, then they talked over the line on the phone to each other. HOURS OF FUN. It was great for the parents. I actually got to complete several sentences without interruption.
We also got to see our good friends Miranda and Ariel and their parents Denise and Peter, and Miranda's husband Jim and daughter Hastings. Hastings is almost 2 and is learning to share, learning being the operative word, which we all found hilarious. Annie was very patient though and found ways to skirt her emphatic "NO!" whenever Annie touched one of the toys. I assured her that next year she wouldn't have to navigate their playtime so carefully. They both were great and clearly enjoyed each other's company because basically, given their moms' relationship, they are required to be best friends, so they might as well get used to each other.
Oscar, poor Oscar, handled everything beautifully and is now taking good naps in the crib (which is why I'm able to write this). I'm sure it's because he's exhausted from all the light shows and Christmas carols and the immense amount of fatty foods he ingested via his mother. He's a growing boy!
We all had a great time and want to thank all the family and friends who made this Christmas truly the most wonderful time of the year. (Now you'll have that song stuck in your head all day... our gift to you.)
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