Holi-Daze

Was that Christmas that just ran me over? I feel like roadkill. It just bulldozed me and I have very little recollection of whether I enjoyed it or not. We got to see a lot of family, which was nice. Luckily, this year we stayed in the same place, my mother's house, and people just rolled through on a conveyor belt. Traditionally, our other Christmases were spent on the road, in the air, or on the rail getting to all the various families. Screw that! It was great seeing everyone but I think I spent the better part of actual Christmas morning making sure Alina didn't put wrapping paper in her mouth. Other than that, I don't recall much else. I look through the pictures and I don't even remember taking them. I think that can partially be attributed to having five Christmases over three days. New people kept coming and we'd start all over again.

I was surprised to see that the wee was actually interested in what was under the paper or in the box. Everyone told us that she'd just spend her time playing with the packaging and not the actual toy. Turns out Alina is a little more materialistic. A few fun waves of the crinkly stuff and it was off to Mrs. Potato Head to see what her arms tasted like. She's starting to walk via the furniture now, by the way.

I think Katrina and I were both out of our brains. When the baby woke up a little before midnight on New Years Eve, Katrina brought her down and was asking for wipes 30 seconds before the ball dropped. "Umm, honey? Can this wait like two minutes?" My first act of the new year? Molting some parental paranoia, apparently. "Oh look, Alina wants the confetti falling from the ceiling fans made of construction paper. Meh, probably not too poisonous. Eat away, baby!"