Sadie's first Christmas home and Silas's first Christmas ever was a calm, relaxing affair.
On Christmas eve we hung the stockings. Sadie's stocking is mine that my Grammy made for me and I made one for Silas.
Yes, I know the tulle has to be replaced on Sadie's. I had the tulle. The tulle sat on a shelf, mocking me, for many nights, while I held Silas the Colicky Baby.
Here is the plate we made for Santa. It's his treat plate, made of real pottery. Decorated with love.
We left Santa some cookies. And some carrots for the reindeer.
OK, Sadie, some clementines also?
I hope they're all hungry.
And here she is coming out on Christmas morning:
Santa left a note. It's only polite!
With a ladybug that he loves.
And Christmas wouldn't be complete without her first toe nail painting.
And I know you are supposed to take pictures of the kids in their Christmas outfits. But for some reason they ended up naked. I can't remember why. But I bet it had something to do with some sort of bodily fluid.
So instead of Christmas outfits you get birthday suits.
On the Twelve Days of Christmas, the Universe gave to me...
12 Daily Diapers 11 Coughs a Minute 10 MLs Motrin 9 Thousand Sneezes 8 Thousand Bouts of Crying 7 Boxes of Tissues 6 Days of Holding 5 Sleepless Nights... 4 Doctor Calls 3 Steam Baths 2 Cough-Til-You-Pukes And a Vi-rus in a Ba-by!
Back to the constant nursing, the sleep issues (HA!- like we ever outgrew those with #1), the never-ending attention.
2.5 year olds may be high maintenance but they can understand that you need a minute. Babies can't wait long, so they get more attention. Your time is most definitely not your own.
But that's just us, Sadie has had to do the most adjusting.
After all, she had been the only game in town for 2 years and 8 months.
And then brother arrived.
This what she thinks of brother most of the time:
Though she will profess her love for brother out of nowhere. Occasionally. But doesn't like him much.
But hey, he doesn't do anything fun yet. What's to like?
If you're almost 3 years old, of course. I like him just fine, thank you very much.
I can only hope that the like will arrive at some point. I'm sure it will. They'll adjust.
Then they'll team up against us, their loving parents. Conspire to pull the wool over our eyes. Have parties when we're gone. Agree with each other that we're hopeless eejits who have absolutely no idea about anything.
And that's gonna take some adjusting too.
I hope that they do find that camaraderie. I hope they see each other as a partner in crime and love and support each other.