First Christmas

Eli's first Christmas has come and gone. I can't believe how fast it flew by! It was good fun, full of memories. There were many special moments that we will never forget. Like his time sitting on the lap of his Daddypa. And his sweet kisses he gave Grandpa. Or his sitting at the Christmas Eve table, where he reached for and grabbed the entire bowl of mashed potatoes and catapaulted a handful. And the deviled eggs he flung across the room. And the napkins he ate. And the cats he chased and the dog that chased him. And his conquering of Mimi's house. The eating of her plants. The pulling down of her lamps. The ripping of books and newspapers. The Christmas train we spent hours putting together, making perfect. The same train he demolished in five seconds flat. Oh, and the outlets he licked. The many times his head hit the floor or the table or the counter or the wall thanks to his incessant flailing. The small toys he tried mightily to consume. The countless times we practiced the CPR-course-taught-mouthsweep. The squeals. The screams. The whines.

Ah, the memories. I think it's safe to say Mimi's glad we left. Her poor teeth-mark-laden trees are, too.