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