Today was a big day. You, Mommy and Daddy took a long plane flight from Houston to Seattle for your first Christmas. You were supposed to fall asleep about 1/2 hour into the flight…and instead fell asleep 1.5 hours into the flight. This means that you were rather cranky for an hour–getting Mommy and Daddy some sympathetic looks from other passengers–before you conked out for two hours. Not having colds made taking off and landing so much easier this time around.
Our first stop was to see Grandpa Don, Grandma Lois and Auntie Antje, and to pick up our ride for the duration, the oldest of Daddy’s Volvo fleet: the tan 1977 2-door. Grandpa has been storing it for us. It is definitely a different story getting a car seat into the back seat in a 2-door compared to a 4-door.
In the evening, we went with Grandpa Tom and Grandma Carol for your first acting gig. Grandpa’s church in Edmonds does a living nativity every year with live animals and real babies. Mommy played Mary and you were baby Jesus. The first show, you were calm and awake, charming everyone with the fleecy monster pajamas and nook peeking out from beneath your swaddling clothes. The second show…let’s just say it was half hour after your bedtime (Houston time), you were hungry, and had just had enough of the bright lights, noises and cold drippy weather. You made sure everyone in the vicinity knew you were a real baby…loudly. Fortunately, a quick thinking angel brought Mary a not-so-historically-accurate bottle and you eventually fell asleep.