A Very Merry Christmas Everyone!!!

Santa's Little Helper offers his help with all of the milk and cookies this evening. Merry Merry Christmas!!!!!

Brrr...

Those wintry Connecticut nights are chilly. Snuggle up, wee one!

I Spy a Wee One!

In addition to unplugging the tree a few times, he's now taken to hiding his treats in between presents. I can't wait to inspect the damage he's done to my otherwise superb gift wrapping...

A Bend in the Tail

Little known fact--the little man's tail has a little dent in it. He also has one gray whisker. And as I've previously documented, one missing tooth. It's probably because I'm his mum, but I find all of these things completely adorbs. And, yes, that's his baby gate behind him. Hee.

Never. Gets. Old.

You often hear about how parents buy their kids these really nice toys for Xmas and then instead of playing with the expensive toy the kid can't get enough of playing with the box it came in. Well, that's kind of what I feel like I'm experiencing here. Except the treats weren't all that expensive and the performance completely cracks me up. As it always does. Sadly, I wasn't recording when he again got the box stuck on his head and kept moving his head around in a very "who turned the lights out?" moment. To say it was awesome would be an understatement.

A Slightly Frosty Rudolph...

Someone smelled snow in the air this morning!!

Happy Boy

The wee one hearts elevator rides.

Nestled Under the Tree...

If Santa's milk and cookies go missing this year, I think we have our prime suspect...

What's Mine Is Yours...

And what's mine (ahem, fleece pullover) that happens to find its way onto the floor always makes for a good snuggly pillow.

Such a Chatty Patty...

I'm fairly certain he was trying to discuss last night's episode of Gossip Girl...

Wee One's Mt. Everest

The biggest challenge the new apartment poses for the wee one are the stairs. He can manage to hoist himself up them (with a brief rest in between stairs, of course). I find he is most motivated to climb them when he wants something from the kitchen, which is actually the same logic I use for getting off the couch, so no problem there. Going down them, however, is a completely different story. I have a feeling his rear would somehow get ahead of his front if he actually *voluntarily* attempted to climb down them. That's not to say he hasn't gone down the stairs. Oh no, he's just gone done them, it just wasn't by choice. And it was backwards. So the wee one has a new fixture in his life: a baby gate. Because after all, I don't think there's ever been any real doubt that he's nothing more than a big baby.

Technically, That's Not One of Your Beds...

Someone's waiting very patiently for Santy Claus to arrive....