The bottom of the big decorated tree at Bibi and Babu’s was chock full of presents, each of them covered in lovely colorful paper. For reasons unbeknownst to me, the grown-ups seemed pretty intent on tearing all the paper off of them. In the picture above, my mom is tearing the paper off of a present given to me by my Uncle Clay and Aunt Eileen. Mom tried to get me to help her but my motor skills aren’t quite there yet. I can grasp the paper but am not quite coordinated enough to tear it. As I understand it, opening presents is one of the prime activities on Christmas morning. We changed things up a bit this year because my Dad couldn’t join us until the day after Christmas. So, we opened a few presents on the 25th and the rest on the 26th after my Dad arrived. After he got in, my Dad cooked up a big batch of latkes to go with Babu’s king crab feast, the family’s traditional Christmas dinner. Since I’m still hooked on just milk, I looked on with a bit of envy which I voiced after giving my parents an appropriate amount of time to crack open a few crab legs. Feeling the spirit of the season, I gave my parents the gift of sleep for Christmas. I started consistently sleeping through the night while in Alaska--maybe all the darkness helped.
When I first started posting, I was a highly intelligent and exceptionally cute infant and the milestones were coming fast and furious.. These days, I'm a precocious nearly 5-year-old and my babybook blog has been retired to serve as a window to my early years..