'Twas the night of our Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even Mickey Mouse.
A big red train was sitting on tracks on the floor
Where Little Man had found it the morning before.
When Dada in his pajamas and Mom, with a yawn
Had welcomed in Christmas that morning at dawn.
And Little Man, dressed in plaid that was red
Had woken up early and jumped of bed.
And there was that marvelous sight on the rug
A train with real steam that went chugga-chug-chug.
And soon at the door came a knock filled with glee
A visit from all of Little Man's family.
There was food and music and presents galore.
But nothing distracted him from the train on the floor.
As day turned into evening,there was the constant sound
Of the train on the tracks that went around and around.
As more friends stopped by and more cheer filled the air
To the chugging red choo choo nothing could compare.
The sun dipped down low in the Christmas Day sky
The visitors slowed and started to say their goodbyes.
And soon it was time to snuggle up into bed
Especially for Mom, who was really overstimulated.
With several relatives going to sleep on the living room floor
Mom Mom and Dada shut Little Man's bedroom door.
Christmas was exciting, but he was out like a light.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
It's Beginning to Look a lot Like Christmas
Christmas this year is fun, because Little Man is in on the action. He doesn't really get the whole concept of Santa Claus and gift giving (which is quite alright with his parents) but he loves the decorations that have popped up around the house.
He has done remarkably well with the Christmas tree--we've had no ornament casualties, and he's very gentle when he does look at his favorites. He loves the tree lights and spends quite a bit of time sitting next to the tree watching the lights blink. Under the tree sits a tiny little train set that I had when I was a child--and of course this has become an instant favorite.
Colorful lights line the window in our book nook that twinkle merrily when the sun goes down and cast a festive light for us to read by. And of course Little Man wasn't going to let me have all the fun when it came to decorating. He's been busily gluing fruit loops to construction paper Christmas trees in all different sizes for his very own snow village. We also put the fruit loops to good use to decorate a star that is now perched on the top of our tree. The centerpeice of his village is a foam gingerbread house which he decorated enthusiastically with stickers. He was also an excellent help when it came to assembling the train holiday cards I made to send out to family and friends.
And it wouldn't be the holiday season without baking, would it? Our little family has spent a fair amount of time in the kitchen this holiday. Little Man made graham cracker cottages covered with vanilla icing, M&Ms and fruit loops (they have been ever-present in our crafting recently). I spent some quality time with my glue gun and a bowl full of candy and made candy trains to give as gifts.
And we made a family affair of decorating several dozen train-shaped sugar cookies. Husband, Little Man and I spent a memorable evening in the kitchen laughing, shaking sprinkles and getting very sticky.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas--and Christmas has never looked better.
He has done remarkably well with the Christmas tree--we've had no ornament casualties, and he's very gentle when he does look at his favorites. He loves the tree lights and spends quite a bit of time sitting next to the tree watching the lights blink. Under the tree sits a tiny little train set that I had when I was a child--and of course this has become an instant favorite.
Colorful lights line the window in our book nook that twinkle merrily when the sun goes down and cast a festive light for us to read by. And of course Little Man wasn't going to let me have all the fun when it came to decorating. He's been busily gluing fruit loops to construction paper Christmas trees in all different sizes for his very own snow village. We also put the fruit loops to good use to decorate a star that is now perched on the top of our tree. The centerpeice of his village is a foam gingerbread house which he decorated enthusiastically with stickers. He was also an excellent help when it came to assembling the train holiday cards I made to send out to family and friends.
And it wouldn't be the holiday season without baking, would it? Our little family has spent a fair amount of time in the kitchen this holiday. Little Man made graham cracker cottages covered with vanilla icing, M&Ms and fruit loops (they have been ever-present in our crafting recently). I spent some quality time with my glue gun and a bowl full of candy and made candy trains to give as gifts.
And we made a family affair of decorating several dozen train-shaped sugar cookies. Husband, Little Man and I spent a memorable evening in the kitchen laughing, shaking sprinkles and getting very sticky.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas--and Christmas has never looked better.
Saturday, December 15, 2012
Tinsel and Pixie Dust
We just returned from our holiday vacation at Walt Disney World. And at Disney, Christmas truly is the most wonderful time of the year.
From the tallest Christmas trees Little Man (or his mother, fror that matter) has even seen to gingerbread houses big enough for a person to walk in, Christmas Magic was around every corner of our vacation. We stayed in The Wilderness Lodge, which was the perfect setting for a holiday vacation. The outdoorsy, rustic feel of the Lodge lent itself beautifully to the decorations, and it was truly like living in a gingerbread cabin for a week.
We spoiled ourselves (and the kid) rotten. We ate at our favorite restaurant, Ohana (at The Polynesian Resort), every morning for breakfast. We stayed up well past our bedtimes each night we were there, wandering the parks under starry skies or watching the Electric Water Parade from the beach of The Wilderness Lodge. We explored all the nooks and crannies of the resort, from the lobby to the beach to the geyser that erupted each hour. Little Man and I visited the Kid's Activity Center every day and made a craft.
We had an unexpected delay on the monorail ("mawa rawl!") on our first day which left us at a standstill in front of the Magic Kingdom, in just the right place to see the castle and--every few minutes--the train as it chugged by. This was extremely thrilling to our Little Man. We rode the monorail circuit several times and looked at all the sights, including my favorite: the wedding pavilion, where our fairytale started seven years ago. Little Man even got a special "Monorail Captain" sticker, which he wore proudly all day and was then placed in his memory book.
We visited two parks, Epcot and The Magic Kingdom, and Little Man surprised us by requesting to meet his favorite characters.
Husband and I purchased an autograph book for him, thinking we would have the characters sign it during our character dining meals. We would add photos and it would be a nice book for Little Man to look at when we were back home.
While visiting the UK in Epcot, Little Man spotted Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. We stood in line to see them, and I was expecting the same reaction from him as when we visited in the fall.
But Little Man was better prepared this time: he gave Tigger a high five and patted Pooh's nose. He waved and smiled at them, and as we were leaving, Little Man looked wistfully over his shoulder and said, "Bye bye Pooh Ba."
Pooh Bear wasn't the only thing Little Man enjoyed at Epcot. We had a good time riding the "Finding Nemo" ride and watching the fish in the big aquarium. Little Man was content to sit and watch all the colors float by and point out the colors he knew.
He was a fan of the big fountain, and we watched it "dance" to music several times that day. We wandered the worlds, having a fantastic dinner in Japan and purchasing Little Man a (foam) sword in Germany.
At the Magic Kingdom, we watched Mickey and his pals arrive on the shiny red steam engine to open the park. Little Man looked like he might burst--Mickey and a choo choo! How overwhelming. We headed straight for what we knew would be Little Man's favorite rides--the carousel, the Winnie the Pooh ride, and the People Mover. It was on the People Mover that we spotted Stitch. Little Man had seen him a few times at breakfast and had warmed to him over the week, and was insistent that we find him once we got off the ride.
We found Experiment 626 causing trouble in Tomorrowland--he didn't have anyone to play with and was threatening to slide down a banister. Little Man was happy to oblige and we spent quite some time with Stitch, giving fist bumps and hugs.
After a spin around the whole kingdom on the train, we asked Little Man what we wanted to do.
"Mi Mi!" Little Man answered promptly.
"Mickey?" I asked him. I was answered with the grin he gives when he's relieved I understand him.
So we headed to Town Hall where Mickey hangs out during the day. And as we waited in line, I gave my usual refrain of, "It's almost our turn. Remember Mickey is big like Mom and Dada. Are you sure you want to see him?"
"Aye," he answered each time.
Soon it was our turn with the big cheese himself. After a moment of shyness, Little Man opened up to Mickey, giving him a kiss on the nose (cue me melting into a puddle), gave him high fives and had a HUGE smile on his face for our family photograph.
We hadn't been back outside for five minutes when Little Man piped up.
"Donda?" He asked.
"Donald?" Husband asked. There was that grin again.
We found Donald, Goofy, Minnie and Daisy in the new Fantasyland. By the time we reached Minnie, Little Man was confidently walking up to his friends, handing over his autograph book and saying, "Hi Minna! Sign!" He rattled off their names like a pro (we had never heard him call them by name before) and talked about them through the rest of our day at the Magic Kingdom. The memories of Little Man meeting the gang for the first time are priceless, as are the photos.
But the real magic of the vacation? The time we got to spent with each other. Without work, work e-mail, dishes, cooking or laundry. Husband and I got to enjoy each other and enjoy Little Man.
Of course, a little pixie dust doesn't hurt, either.
From the tallest Christmas trees Little Man (or his mother, fror that matter) has even seen to gingerbread houses big enough for a person to walk in, Christmas Magic was around every corner of our vacation. We stayed in The Wilderness Lodge, which was the perfect setting for a holiday vacation. The outdoorsy, rustic feel of the Lodge lent itself beautifully to the decorations, and it was truly like living in a gingerbread cabin for a week.
We spoiled ourselves (and the kid) rotten. We ate at our favorite restaurant, Ohana (at The Polynesian Resort), every morning for breakfast. We stayed up well past our bedtimes each night we were there, wandering the parks under starry skies or watching the Electric Water Parade from the beach of The Wilderness Lodge. We explored all the nooks and crannies of the resort, from the lobby to the beach to the geyser that erupted each hour. Little Man and I visited the Kid's Activity Center every day and made a craft.
We had an unexpected delay on the monorail ("mawa rawl!") on our first day which left us at a standstill in front of the Magic Kingdom, in just the right place to see the castle and--every few minutes--the train as it chugged by. This was extremely thrilling to our Little Man. We rode the monorail circuit several times and looked at all the sights, including my favorite: the wedding pavilion, where our fairytale started seven years ago. Little Man even got a special "Monorail Captain" sticker, which he wore proudly all day and was then placed in his memory book.
We visited two parks, Epcot and The Magic Kingdom, and Little Man surprised us by requesting to meet his favorite characters.
Husband and I purchased an autograph book for him, thinking we would have the characters sign it during our character dining meals. We would add photos and it would be a nice book for Little Man to look at when we were back home.
While visiting the UK in Epcot, Little Man spotted Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. We stood in line to see them, and I was expecting the same reaction from him as when we visited in the fall.
But Little Man was better prepared this time: he gave Tigger a high five and patted Pooh's nose. He waved and smiled at them, and as we were leaving, Little Man looked wistfully over his shoulder and said, "Bye bye Pooh Ba."
Pooh Bear wasn't the only thing Little Man enjoyed at Epcot. We had a good time riding the "Finding Nemo" ride and watching the fish in the big aquarium. Little Man was content to sit and watch all the colors float by and point out the colors he knew.
He was a fan of the big fountain, and we watched it "dance" to music several times that day. We wandered the worlds, having a fantastic dinner in Japan and purchasing Little Man a (foam) sword in Germany.
At the Magic Kingdom, we watched Mickey and his pals arrive on the shiny red steam engine to open the park. Little Man looked like he might burst--Mickey and a choo choo! How overwhelming. We headed straight for what we knew would be Little Man's favorite rides--the carousel, the Winnie the Pooh ride, and the People Mover. It was on the People Mover that we spotted Stitch. Little Man had seen him a few times at breakfast and had warmed to him over the week, and was insistent that we find him once we got off the ride.
We found Experiment 626 causing trouble in Tomorrowland--he didn't have anyone to play with and was threatening to slide down a banister. Little Man was happy to oblige and we spent quite some time with Stitch, giving fist bumps and hugs.
After a spin around the whole kingdom on the train, we asked Little Man what we wanted to do.
"Mi Mi!" Little Man answered promptly.
"Mickey?" I asked him. I was answered with the grin he gives when he's relieved I understand him.
So we headed to Town Hall where Mickey hangs out during the day. And as we waited in line, I gave my usual refrain of, "It's almost our turn. Remember Mickey is big like Mom and Dada. Are you sure you want to see him?"
"Aye," he answered each time.
Soon it was our turn with the big cheese himself. After a moment of shyness, Little Man opened up to Mickey, giving him a kiss on the nose (cue me melting into a puddle), gave him high fives and had a HUGE smile on his face for our family photograph.
We hadn't been back outside for five minutes when Little Man piped up.
"Donda?" He asked.
"Donald?" Husband asked. There was that grin again.
We found Donald, Goofy, Minnie and Daisy in the new Fantasyland. By the time we reached Minnie, Little Man was confidently walking up to his friends, handing over his autograph book and saying, "Hi Minna! Sign!" He rattled off their names like a pro (we had never heard him call them by name before) and talked about them through the rest of our day at the Magic Kingdom. The memories of Little Man meeting the gang for the first time are priceless, as are the photos.
But the real magic of the vacation? The time we got to spent with each other. Without work, work e-mail, dishes, cooking or laundry. Husband and I got to enjoy each other and enjoy Little Man.
Of course, a little pixie dust doesn't hurt, either.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
The Great Communicator
One night, we went to sleep and all Little Man could do was babble.
The next morning, when we woke up, he had founds his words.
Every time Little Man gains a milestone skill-sitting up, crawling, walking-I think it's my favorite leap. But being able to have a conversation with my kid tops them all.
"Hey, Dada!" He'll say, wandering into the bedroom in the morning. It always makes Husband smile.
"Hi Mom-Mom," he says when he finds me in the kitchen doing chores. "Sit down! Build big choo choo and biiiiig towa!"
He gets especially chatty in the bathtub at night. He tells us about how he pours the water. He tells us stories about Pooh Bear, which might be my favorite stories of all time: "Pooh Ba go up, down, up, down. Pooh Ba fall down! Bump head and nose. Pooh Ba yellow! Ee-oo no tail! Uh oh, where tail? Up there? Noooo. Over there? Noooo." He gesticulates wildly with his hands.
He can count up to ten, although he's a little shaky with four and seven. And his favorite number is 5. He knows nearly all his letters and he flies through his colors: "bluuue! Rey-ed! Yellow! Bla! Pu-puh!" When we go through a dark tunnel on the interstate he declares "uh oh! Nigh-nigh!" He looks for the moon and "'tars".
He is starting to parrot Husband and I, which is both exciting and a little scary. There is nothing quite as humbling as hearing yourself come out of your child's mouth.
But what I love most is getting to hear his thoughts. I don't have to guess any more--he can tell me what he's thinking. And his thoughts always make me smile.
The next morning, when we woke up, he had founds his words.
Every time Little Man gains a milestone skill-sitting up, crawling, walking-I think it's my favorite leap. But being able to have a conversation with my kid tops them all.
"Hey, Dada!" He'll say, wandering into the bedroom in the morning. It always makes Husband smile.
"Hi Mom-Mom," he says when he finds me in the kitchen doing chores. "Sit down! Build big choo choo and biiiiig towa!"
He gets especially chatty in the bathtub at night. He tells us about how he pours the water. He tells us stories about Pooh Bear, which might be my favorite stories of all time: "Pooh Ba go up, down, up, down. Pooh Ba fall down! Bump head and nose. Pooh Ba yellow! Ee-oo no tail! Uh oh, where tail? Up there? Noooo. Over there? Noooo." He gesticulates wildly with his hands.
He can count up to ten, although he's a little shaky with four and seven. And his favorite number is 5. He knows nearly all his letters and he flies through his colors: "bluuue! Rey-ed! Yellow! Bla! Pu-puh!" When we go through a dark tunnel on the interstate he declares "uh oh! Nigh-nigh!" He looks for the moon and "'tars".
He is starting to parrot Husband and I, which is both exciting and a little scary. There is nothing quite as humbling as hearing yourself come out of your child's mouth.
But what I love most is getting to hear his thoughts. I don't have to guess any more--he can tell me what he's thinking. And his thoughts always make me smile.
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
All Aboard the Toddler Train
When Little Man started to show an interest in trains, we thought it was cute. All little boys like trains, right? He got a train table this time last year, and he continues play with it daily (long after Husband and I thought it would hold his interest). He likes the train at the zoo, likes to take a spin around mall on the little indoor train they have, and had a blast during our fall trip on The Great Smoky Mountain Railroad.
But his love for all things locomotive goes deeper than that. He has books, movies and iPhone apps that all center on trains. And I'm not talking about cutesy train shows like Thomas the Train. I'm talking history channel documentaries on the age of steam engines. He sits in front of the TV, riveted.
I bought him some train shirts and a red train sweater, and some train socks. He delights in wearing them all, and is quick to point out and count how many trains he is wearing at any given time.
He is happy to sit at his train table, rearranging tracks and attaching trains together until he has to longest train that can possibly move around his track. When asked what he would like to do any given day, his answer is always the same: "I see big choo choos!"
We encourage him in his passion for trains: Little Man sat at the table and helped me put together 35 foam train ornaments that we sent out for Christmas cards. We take him to train museums and exhibits (even when they are a little over his head--it's amazing how much he absorbs and takes in even when we think he won't understand). We do train crafts and draw train pictures in the bathtub. Of course, we also encourage him to explore other things. He can often be found building a "biiiig towa!" (big tower) with Legos around his train tracks, and he loves arts and crafts of all kinds (especially when it involves glue). He would stay outside 24 hours a day if we let him, and loves romping around the park searching for big sticks.
Of course, if he happens to see a train or hear a telltale whistle, that's just the icing on the cake.
But his love for all things locomotive goes deeper than that. He has books, movies and iPhone apps that all center on trains. And I'm not talking about cutesy train shows like Thomas the Train. I'm talking history channel documentaries on the age of steam engines. He sits in front of the TV, riveted.
I bought him some train shirts and a red train sweater, and some train socks. He delights in wearing them all, and is quick to point out and count how many trains he is wearing at any given time.
He is happy to sit at his train table, rearranging tracks and attaching trains together until he has to longest train that can possibly move around his track. When asked what he would like to do any given day, his answer is always the same: "I see big choo choos!"
We encourage him in his passion for trains: Little Man sat at the table and helped me put together 35 foam train ornaments that we sent out for Christmas cards. We take him to train museums and exhibits (even when they are a little over his head--it's amazing how much he absorbs and takes in even when we think he won't understand). We do train crafts and draw train pictures in the bathtub. Of course, we also encourage him to explore other things. He can often be found building a "biiiig towa!" (big tower) with Legos around his train tracks, and he loves arts and crafts of all kinds (especially when it involves glue). He would stay outside 24 hours a day if we let him, and loves romping around the park searching for big sticks.
Of course, if he happens to see a train or hear a telltale whistle, that's just the icing on the cake.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Dear Santa
Dear Santa,
Its me again, Little Man. How was your off season? Did you go somewhere warm? I hope you are well rested.
I'm writing to you early this year, because I've moved AGAIN and I want to make sure you know where to find me. The really good news is that now I live a few blocks away from the zoo, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind a reindeer. They have so many animals there, they probably wouldn't even notice. So this year, you can definitely leave one here with me.
I really love to go to the zoo. Mom and I go once a week. I go on lots of adventures in the city, and Mom calls me Urban Toddler. I'm not sure what that means, but I think it's my title. Little Man: Urban Toddler. My Dada has a new title. He's Dada: VP of Operations. That means he's in charge of the people that make things go. Mom doesn't have a new title. She's just Mom, which is kind of how I like her. Dada's like me--he doesn't need to stick to a schedule (I'm really flexible, Santa, and Mom says that makes it easier to take me to Disney World!) but I like Mom to be where she is supposed to be. Maybe I will give her a title so she feels important. Mom: Head Snuggler. Mom: Head Banana Masher. Mom: VP of train table reconstruction.
Dada's new title keeps him very busy. When it was really hot out, he traveled a lot on an airplane. He might have even gone to the North Pole--I'm not sure. I missed him when he was on the airplane, but it was okay because I got to go the airport a lot. I love the airport. Its full of airplanes and stores where you can buy frappucinos and escalators. Those are three things I love a lot.
I've grown up a lot since the last time I wrote you. I'm nearly 2.5, and sometimes people think Mom is joking about my age since I'm so big and strong. I'm wearing clothes meant for a five-year-old. I'm tall enough to ride almost all the rides at The Magic Kingdom! All my friends at Dada's office say I'm very mature for my age. That's because I like to hang out with adults way better than I like I to hang out with kids. There is one kid I really like, though--Baby A, my godparent's new baby. She's really cute and she lets me count her toes. Sometimes we go on lunch dates (our moms go with us, I'm not allowed to push her stroller on my own). Mom says this time next year she'll be big enough to run around with me and I'm going to show her how to climb stairs.
Know what my most favorite thing is right now? TRAINS. I love trains. I have a train table and trains I can push along the track and trains that go by themselves and train books and train videos and train shirts and train socks. Trains are so cool. Are there trains at the North Pole? If there aren't, I suggested building a railroad. It would make it to much easier to get around! I'll leave some of my books out for you to look at to get some ideas.
Mom and Dada are working really hard to teach me that Christmas isn't about presents under the tree. They say that the really fun part of the holiday is doing things as a family--and we've done a lot! We went and saw a giant Christmas tree and the lights on it were so cool. We're going to Disney World soon so Mom can see the castle all dressed up in lights. I helped Mom make train Christmas cards to send out to all of our friends. That was super fun--I got to sit in her lap and supervise her. She needs my help to keep from getting too distracted.
But Mom and Dada told me that it was okay to have a few things on my wish list, so here they are: more books about trains, and some about firetrucks and airplanes too. I would really like more duplo blocks--if I had more I could build my towers even higher! Don't worry, I have a step stool to climb on if I need to reach up. I would really like my very own iPhone, since I know how to work Mom's iPhone super well. But she says I have to wait until I have someone to call, and Baby A can't sit up yet. But maybe next year.
Have a good season, Santa. I'll leave coke and oreos out for you, and those train books, too. Oh, and a map of the zoo. The giraffes probably wouldn't mind sharing with a reindeer. Just FYI.
Hugs and babykisses,
Little Man
Its me again, Little Man. How was your off season? Did you go somewhere warm? I hope you are well rested.
I'm writing to you early this year, because I've moved AGAIN and I want to make sure you know where to find me. The really good news is that now I live a few blocks away from the zoo, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind a reindeer. They have so many animals there, they probably wouldn't even notice. So this year, you can definitely leave one here with me.
I really love to go to the zoo. Mom and I go once a week. I go on lots of adventures in the city, and Mom calls me Urban Toddler. I'm not sure what that means, but I think it's my title. Little Man: Urban Toddler. My Dada has a new title. He's Dada: VP of Operations. That means he's in charge of the people that make things go. Mom doesn't have a new title. She's just Mom, which is kind of how I like her. Dada's like me--he doesn't need to stick to a schedule (I'm really flexible, Santa, and Mom says that makes it easier to take me to Disney World!) but I like Mom to be where she is supposed to be. Maybe I will give her a title so she feels important. Mom: Head Snuggler. Mom: Head Banana Masher. Mom: VP of train table reconstruction.
Dada's new title keeps him very busy. When it was really hot out, he traveled a lot on an airplane. He might have even gone to the North Pole--I'm not sure. I missed him when he was on the airplane, but it was okay because I got to go the airport a lot. I love the airport. Its full of airplanes and stores where you can buy frappucinos and escalators. Those are three things I love a lot.
I've grown up a lot since the last time I wrote you. I'm nearly 2.5, and sometimes people think Mom is joking about my age since I'm so big and strong. I'm wearing clothes meant for a five-year-old. I'm tall enough to ride almost all the rides at The Magic Kingdom! All my friends at Dada's office say I'm very mature for my age. That's because I like to hang out with adults way better than I like I to hang out with kids. There is one kid I really like, though--Baby A, my godparent's new baby. She's really cute and she lets me count her toes. Sometimes we go on lunch dates (our moms go with us, I'm not allowed to push her stroller on my own). Mom says this time next year she'll be big enough to run around with me and I'm going to show her how to climb stairs.
Know what my most favorite thing is right now? TRAINS. I love trains. I have a train table and trains I can push along the track and trains that go by themselves and train books and train videos and train shirts and train socks. Trains are so cool. Are there trains at the North Pole? If there aren't, I suggested building a railroad. It would make it to much easier to get around! I'll leave some of my books out for you to look at to get some ideas.
Mom and Dada are working really hard to teach me that Christmas isn't about presents under the tree. They say that the really fun part of the holiday is doing things as a family--and we've done a lot! We went and saw a giant Christmas tree and the lights on it were so cool. We're going to Disney World soon so Mom can see the castle all dressed up in lights. I helped Mom make train Christmas cards to send out to all of our friends. That was super fun--I got to sit in her lap and supervise her. She needs my help to keep from getting too distracted.
But Mom and Dada told me that it was okay to have a few things on my wish list, so here they are: more books about trains, and some about firetrucks and airplanes too. I would really like more duplo blocks--if I had more I could build my towers even higher! Don't worry, I have a step stool to climb on if I need to reach up. I would really like my very own iPhone, since I know how to work Mom's iPhone super well. But she says I have to wait until I have someone to call, and Baby A can't sit up yet. But maybe next year.
Have a good season, Santa. I'll leave coke and oreos out for you, and those train books, too. Oh, and a map of the zoo. The giraffes probably wouldn't mind sharing with a reindeer. Just FYI.
Hugs and babykisses,
Little Man
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