All my apologies for taking so much time off between blog postings... Looking back at my old posts, it's funny to see what I was writing about on December 13th. I mean, I'm a month old now.. twice as old now as I was then. I don't want to use all of my stories and material on my first blog back, but I'll give you a quick summary of what you've missed and here are some pics of me in my Christmas gear.
First, Gigi and Pops came to town, we celebrated Christmas early, and opened up some presents! Then, Mom, Dad, and I went on an extended vacation to Noanie and Papa Jeff's. It was nice to get out of the apartment but for some reason it wasn't the first vacation I had envisioned. I was thinking beach and I got Toledo. That's okay.. we still had fun.
All of mom and dad's friends showed up to meet me the very same night we arrived. There are so many perks being the first baby born to both sets of grandparents and of all of my parents' friends. I am a hot ticket. I am in demand. People buy me stuff and want to hold me. It feels good to be loved.
I met a lot of my dad's crazy family on Christmas Eve and now I know where Aunt Jenny learned how to (or how not to) control the volume of her voice. I don't think there were ever less than 5 people talking at the same time and somehow they all understand each other. Aunt Jenny also helped out when I took my first real bath and was always around to help take pictures of my pretty face.
On Christmas Day, Santa found us in Toledo and we got to open presents. Uncle Joe and Aunt Jeana stayed over night and both of them practiced on me so they can get ready for their baby who is due in July!! I can't wait to have a little cousin who I can show the ropes to and cause trouble with.
Then we went out to a Japanese steakhouse for dad's birthday and I was such a good girl sitting in my pumpkin seat while they ate. The waitress thought mom looked so good for just having a baby, she asked her "where you fit her?" Everyone thought that was really funny.
After that, Noanie and Papa Jeff went on a trip to Florida and I helped mom and dad make sure that Uncle Jake didn't have a New Year's Eve party. He's such a rascal, but he was good at making me stop crying when nobody else could.
Finally, we got kicked out and had to come back to Cincinnati. That's okay though. I haven't been back here in what feels like a lifetime. Stay tuned for my next post.