What is going on in this crazy house?

Mama and Daddy keep wrapping up boxes and putting them under the tree. What's up with that? What's in those boxes? Why are they being crazy? First this big tree shows up, then there's all this green and red stuff with snowmen and this crazy guy in red all over it, then they hang socks above our fireplace (socks, for crying out loud!), and now these wrapped up boxes!?! And the other night I swear I heard them putting together some big, loud toy but now it's nowhere to be seen. This whole "Christmas" thing is weird. I don't get it.

I love the Christmas Tree!

Today I discovered all the little shiny and/or pretty things on this huge tree in our house. I love them. I gave them all hugs today, and I carried this little starfish santa around and sang songs to it. Right now I think I'll go shake hands with the tree (this means shaking the branches so they make cool sounds). I just thought I'd share with all of you how much I love this tree. I wish we could have a tree in our house all year.

I forgot

Today Mama made me go visit Santa Claus again. This time we went with my friend Sara (who I call Seeya) and her mama, Janet. He was still a little scary, which is why you can see I'm sitting on Mama's lap in this picture. The best part of the whole day was playing wrestling with Sara. She's almost exactly my age, and we get along like two peas in a pod. We went down to the playground in the mall and chased each other around. Whenever I lost her I ran around yelling "Seeya" until I found her, and whenever she lost me she would run around yelling "Thena" until she found me. We're pretty much best friends, and the cutest two girls in the world. Mama took some pictures of us wrestling, so check out my photo website soon to see us.

December!

Sorry I'm not more creative with my title today, I'm only 20 months old after all. So November flew by. It all started off with my family moving into a new apartment. Mama and Daddy were a little bummed that we weren't moving into a house, but I think the apartment is pretty darn cool. I have a whole pond of ducks right outside my window, and a whole bathroom to myself. My new bedroom is gigantic so all of my toys fit in there. I spend a lot of time in there playing various imaginary games. Sometimes I let Mama play too, but other times I tell her to get out. Literally. I look at her, point out the door and say "Go!" It's pretty funny. After that we didn't really do very much for a while. We all just got used to the new apartment.

I went to spend Thanksgiving at my Auntie Joan and Uncle Craig's. I got to stay for the whole weekend with Grandma, Grandpa, Auntie Sue, and my Mama. Daddy had to work. Boo! We had a lot of fun. Grandma, Grandpa, Mama and I went on a train ride to the "Island of Misfit Toys" which was really just some parked train cars with toys and a big scary guy dressed in red. The actual train ride was the best part. I really liked watching out the windows at all the stuff going by. My other favorite part of the whole weekend was dancing with Auntie Sue. She's a really good dancer. I think she taught me all of my moves for the tambourine video. If you haven't seen the tambourine video jump over to my photo website to check it out. You just might pee your pants because I am so funny.

The other thing that happened this month is that Mama started taking me to Gymboree. It's this really cool place with lots of tumbling mats, things to climb on, balls to throw and catch, a fantastic rocking boat, and a lot of other cool stuff. Mama calls it a "gross motor wonderland" but I'm not sure I know what that means. Every week I get to go and learn some new things and play on all the toys. This week we learned about how some things are hard and some things are soft, so now I knock on everything I see and say "OW" if it's hard and hurts my hand. I'm pretty smart that way. My favorite thing at Gymboree is when they pile up a bunch of soft stuff like sleeping bags, inner tubes, and cloth parachutes, then we get to jump into it from one of the climbing toys. It's awesome. In fact, when I was at the YMCA yesterday I thought I would try jumping off of one of their climbing toys to see if the landing was as soft. It wasn't. It kinda hurt. I was sad. But then I tried again. Still not soft.

New things, new things. I now say a whole ton of words. Most recently I started saying "awesome" when I give someone high fives. Everyone thinks it's pretty funny. I also really like to say "go" whenever Mama or Daddy has to stop the car when we're driving somewhere. My favorite new thing to do is to tell people what to do. I tell everyone where they should sit, and what they should be doing at all times. I like to be in charge. They don't always do what I say, but it's really nice when they do. My other new favorite words are "Owa" (which is Lola, Mimi's dog), "bubbos" (bubbles), "bebe" (baby), and "patty cake." I can sing almost all of patty cake by myself now, which is pretty awesome. Overall I'm a pretty great kid, and I am so excited for Christmas. I have no idea what it is or what will happen, but from what I hear I should be excited, so I am.