*SIGH*Ah Christmas- the roar of a birchwood fire, the smell of a fresh frasier fir, and the sight of your 9 month old baby puking all over her brand new, shiny, red piano.
So it was a great day until the piano incident. And even then, Helena was just smiling away. I will thank her someday, for helping us to create the most memorable Christmas of our adult lives, and for living up to all the cliches about babies and holidays.
In the meantime, our condo has turned into kid-crap-central. You name, we have it. Huge, oversized, stuffed animals? Check. Loud toys? Check. Toys with a million pieces that are impossible to contain? Check, check and check. Helena's thoughts on this transformation? She's busy playing with her shoes and some junk mail, let me get back to you on that.
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