Snuggling the boy is blissful for me. Of course, he just thinks its the normal way of things.
Cousin P got some cute garmets for Christmas, including a ladybug rain coat and a duckling bathrobe… excuse me, baff-wobe.
Grip looked like such a little thug in his Ballard outfit that I tried out a few poses for him. I think he looks bad-ass. Unkle Pat thinkgs he looks like Macho Man Randy Savage. You be the judge.
I thought about getting Mom some perfume, or perhaps a frilly nightgown, or maybe a pretty ring, but in the end I opted for the 18v drill and floodlight. I think it was a good choice.
Here’s a tough one for you: which is cuter, Grip naked except for his Santa hat, Grip in his Christmas outfit with his new sneakers, or Grip in his new Ballard onesie and thug-hat? A vexing question.
On Christmas Eve we got a chance to stop by the North Pole, so Grip could tell Santa what he wants this year. Something about “milk”…
“I’m the King of the Woooooorld!”
I do so enjoy being buried under children.
One of our favorite gifts this year was a pair of glasses that made every light look like it was surrounded by a Star of David. We called them… uh… heh… “Jew glasses.” Which is ok, I think, since they were purchased at a Jewish community center, and thus the tribe is in on the joke.
Just lately he’s gotten good at standing up on his own (well, with a little help). He’ll even do kind of a proto-walk if you move him along, but I’m told it’s just a reflex.