Two-Minute Christmas

It's my understanding that a lot a parents wait in anticipation for Christmas morning. But parents aren't all a flutter about their own haul from Santa. Instead, parents get excited about seeing the look on their kids' faces as they notice the tree has basically exploded with pretty papers and ribbons. And the reason I understand this is because it happened to me last week. 


Admittedly, I was not prepared. This is, after all, only my second Christmas, and I don't really remember the first one. (I might have slept through it.) Luckily for me, Mom filmed the whole thing, and with a little direction I eventually got the hang of it. Here's a snippet of me being pretty non plussed about the whole thing. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to study my hours of unedited videos so that I'll be better prepared for next year.

Happy Holidays!

Greetings and good wishes to all my friends and family this holiday season. 

I hope I get to see you all again in the new year.

Adventures in Suburbia: Fabricated Snow

Greetings readers! I hope you are all staying warm and toasty in the winter season. Of course, it is a little easier to stay warm and toasty when you live in H-town. I only just started wearing my puffy coat to school! And this weekend it was so warm outside that I only needed a sweater and a hat on our usual Saturday morning playtime in the park. I was ready to swing and slide my heart out, as usual, but when we got to the park it was totally different. The hills were covered in snow! Apparently, snow isn't very frequent in H-town, so to help celebrate the holidays the nice people at the neighborhood association went out and bought some snow for the local kids. And there were tons of kids! Mostly they were older than me and running around, and slipping and sliding, and crafting big balls of snow that they were launching at one another. I was kind of stunned and just stood there taking it all in for a long time. 

But with Mom and Dad flanking me, I made it through, even when some snowball shrapnel hit me in the face. Did I cry? Absolutely not. Did I even budge? Not even. Eventually I mustered enough courage and made it to the swings. Good times. Then we ate some catered holiday sandwiches. Very good times. I got really tired and freaked out when Mom tried to put me on some random guy's lap. I mean, he had on a pretty stylin' red velvet suit, but come on Mom, I don't know this guy from Adam. We started home, but on the way I got distracted by some super cool bikes. Can you say vroom, vroom?

Special thanks to Grandma and Grandpa for my matching hat and mittens. I got lots of complements from the moms.

From the Archie Archive

Mom rediscovered this video tidbit from a couple months ago when we were in the midst of moving madness. Sharing it with you is just my way of saying Happy December!



Special thanks to my Auntie Nora, who gave me the Orioles onesie featured in this dance number.