Sis' New Chair

I didn't really get any presents this year because mom figures I have everything I need and I won't remember anything I do get, so what's the point? Well instead of feeling like chopped liver, I decided to live vicariously through my Sis who received a really cool chair.

Santa Claus...

...right out of A Christmas Story. He didn't kick us down any slide, but he sure had the "look". I kept my cool, because I figured mom was right there and she would make sure nothing happened to me. Big Sister on the other hand wasn't so pleased. She was scared. Dad got her to stop crying, but she wasn't happy at all. And after that she was cranky for the rest of the day.

Uhm, why do we put a tree in our house?

This is me, as snug as a bug in a rug, and I am still trying to understand why we put a live tree in our house in hopes that some jolly old fellow comes down a chimney that we don't even have and if he tries getting in one of our windows he's going to be sorely disappointed by the child guards and if he does find one of our three windows that don't have them, he'll probably get arrested for burglary. Hmmm. I think I like Thanksgiving better.
After note: Now that I see the tree all decorated I think this holiday is growing on me.

Being Held by Big Sis

This is me and my Big Sis. She likes to hold me whenever she can get her hands on me. She's working on picking me up out of the crib when mom's not watching.

My First Thanksgiving

Being born in October means that you get to celebrate many big holidays at a very young age. Less than two months, and I know what Thanksgiving is all about. It means that I get passed around like a football to all the people who haven't see me yet. I guess it's not that bad, especially because I get to drink a lot of tasty milk and wear really cute little outfits.

Check Out My Fashion Sense

Here is a picture of my future godmother (we haven't had my Christening yet) and me right after she arrived back from Mexico. She likes to travel the world, something I hope to get to do a lot of. We hung out and she talked about how great Mexico is. She also brought me back a beautiful Mexican dress. I think it suits me perfectly and I can't wait for the summertime so I can wear it. Or maybe I'll just take a trip to Mexico.

My New Posse

This is the first slumber party I have ever been to. Can you tell which one is me?

Two Weeks and Growing

This is me. I'm about 9lbs now because I love to eat. I'm a REALLY good eater and I sleep a lot too, except when my Big Sister wakes me up to tell me something really important, like how I'm her Little Sister. She is so kind and sharing, like over the weekend she shared her runny nose with me and now I have my first runny nose! Wow. Mom is so happy about that. Big Sister has a cough now too- maybe she'll share that with me soon. Life is good. I like to be around my family and see how everything works. Dad is afraid of me a little bit because I am so small and he is used to 2 year olds. Mom is tired because I keep her up at night and I eat a lot. Big Sister is very emotional because she is SOOO happy to have a new sister! How great is that?

My First Vacation

A week old and I'm already on a vacation! I guess I got lucky when fate chose my parents! Our hotel room is almost as big as our NYC apartment, and mom and I have been doing a lot of hanging out in it, considering I love breastfeeding and napping and when I'm done with that I love more breastfeeding and napping. The fresh air has really been nice and wow, the leaves- amazing! Mom gets to eat a lot here (Pops says this place is all about the food and he's probably right considering there are three full meals a day with afternoon tea and late morning buffets as bonuses). Mom has been eating like a horse and still losing weight. She has me to thank for that of course. I'm such a special daughter.

I'm Here ! (Finally)

After two passed due dates, my mom's doctor decided to induce labor on Friday, October 12th. Luckily I started giving mom contractions the day before, so by the time she reached the hospital she was 3cm dilated and having regular contractions every 5-7 minutes and the doc only needed to break her water to get the ball rolling. That and an epidural of course! Once those things happened it was pretty smooth sailing. My dad even walked up to the nurses station at one point and heard our nurse brag to the other nurses that my mom had the nicest contractions. We got the gold star for the day. And what a surprise I was at 8lbs 7oz (yikes) and 22 inches long! It's nice to be born. (Especially for mom)