Lisa n Tom (n James n Joseph)

 

Lisa's mom wrote: I don't think shared all of these, so just in case.

Lisa writes: Check off the box -- standard toddler encounter with Santa. Zoom in on the red eyes, runny nose, and tear-stained cheeks. Oh well. He got an orange for his troubles.  

Lisa writes: I think every single one of these is funny.  

Lisa writes: We've started a sort of family tradition where, on a Sunday before Christmas, we go to the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception (say that 10 times fast) to see their decorations. Although, truth be told, it's a pretty spectacular building any time of the year. For a toddler, there's room to run, a delightfully echo-y crypt, and fire (James' new word, always spoken with emphasis -- " FIRE" ). Then we hit up the lights at the DC Temple.   Shrine of Mexico: La Virgin de Guadalupe James is done.

Lisa writes: We have little conversations with James now. Us: [Achoo] James: "Ok?" James, first thing in the morning: "Baba!" Me, bringing him into bed with me while Tom goes to get a bottle: "Baba, dada." James knows this means Tom will return with breakfast shortly and he waits patiently. Tom arrives and hands James the bottle. James: "Tank oo." Tom was walking James to the park today. They haven't been for a weeks, but last time they went Tom pushed James on the swing while singing a little song Tom's father made up that goes, "Oh baby, oh baby." As soon as he caught sight of the swings, James, expectantly: "Oh baby, oh baby?" He also clearly knows what "night night," "diaper," and "bye bye" mean, especially when he doesn't want to do any of them. Other words include "mani" (peanut butter), "arbol" (tree, particularly the Christmas tree), and ...

Trudi, channeling her inner-Vanna to try to get us to take away this lovely wardrobe (that we don't have room for -- anybody want a wardrobe?).