First Christmas

We made the trip to Ohio to visit both sets of Grandparents. The kids learned that Christmas is about toys. I don't even remember why people celebrate christmas. It must be like saying, "keep it real" or "kiss my ass"...no one really knows where it all started.

I'm not bragging but these are the cutest kids ever. I mean, come on, they should get their own calendar.

Anna's family got Xavier and Stella an orange giraffe and a car thingy. Right after this picture Stella fell off because she wasn't wearing her seat belt. Yes, we should have combed Xavier's hair.

Stella, reading at a 9 month old level. This book is from Aunt Duda...its about Christmas (aka toys). On each page, every single kid is of a different ethnicity, except Santa is white...and Jewish. weird.

They don't know what to do with this box.

They still have no idea what to do.

Yeh! A caterpillar that teaches about colors. I wonder what toy teaches about sex.

Xavier and his Curious George stuffed animal. It plays a lullaby and the head lights up. We let him sleep with it but then took it away because it lit up the room and woke up his sister.

Who loves Santa? You do little buddy. You do.

These pictures are a little out of order. Stella the clapper. Xavier has five teeth by the way. You can see the big one on top in this picture. Stella has no teeth, just like old people.

Kiss...you're cute. Stella had four dresses for two days. Everyone bought her an x-mas dress.

Aunt Duda and the kids.

Nice tights. Stella can walk but she uses a cane.

Uncle Nick and his favorite nephew... riding a cow. Why a cow? Who makes these toys?

Yaya teaching Stella how to use the phone.... something Yaya knows how to do well.

The Clap is not just another name for Gonorrhea

Stella has learned to clap her hands together just like after the ballet ends or whenever old people turn off lights.

Not sure why people clap after the ballet, though. All these men running around with bulges in their pants while the audience compares package sizes to see who’s the biggest when finally the god forsaken thing ends and everyone claps; even though it sucked eggs. Wow, the swan swims in the lake and dies. Good story. not.

That’s what Stella does, clap, but she’s not at the ballet. Her bedtime is 6:30ish and the ballet doesn’t start until much, much later.

But I’ll tell you, it really feels great to have someone clapping for you; especially when the clapper has chubby little hands and gets so excited clapping she falls over giggling. Oh silly clapping baby, how I love thee.

There’s going to be a new rule in our house. Whenever someone enters the room everyone has to clap for them; even if they’re a loser we all hate.


Stella, mid-clap.

Peek-A-Boobs

Xavier learned to peek-a-boo.