Merry Christmas 2005

A theme for this Christmas: Not American Colonial or Glam (who, us?) or Grinch (definitely not us!); this Christmas was about movement. Movement that C&D have been waiting 11 months to achieve: standing and kneeling, bending and climbing, crawling and rocking, pushing and pulling, grabbing and giving. We can't just plop a baby on a rug and walk away--the thwap, thwap, thwap of fat little palms on the wood floor tell us that we have lost all remaining privacy, and also that we should forever be prepared for finding a full-scale disaster the next time we notice that the house is quiet.

Of course, we keep giving C&D gifts that will only help them learn to be faster, stronger, and more confident in their exploits. What have we been thinking?
Pushing a wagon is hard work.

How to turn the wagon, now?

This Christmas was not white, unless you consider the gravel at Godwin Park. Christmas Day after opening our gifts
which, remember, included a pair of Kleenex boxes,



we relaxed and played and in the evening took a trip to the park to swing,
swing, swing.

We only stayed at the park a half hour, but those sight of those two giggly babes on the baby swingset made my day.

Monday, a visit from my parents and brother who came bearing gifts. The rocking horses were a hit, though of course C&D need a little help getting on and off.
They haven't figured out how to make any more than a strong wiggle on the rockers, but they'll be riding off into the sunset soon enough.

Both babies enjoyed the company, especially Carmen. Since night before last she has a bit of congestion and a postnasal drip kind of cough, but after taking yesterday slow she is her normal, silly self today. I have no complaints about the timing of her sniffles--this is the first illness for either of them.