Santa Baby

Christmas has come and gone. My family (mom, dad, and brother) came to Lancaster for the holiday. While there was no snow it was seasonably cold, especially for a group of Californians. Jack had a fabulous time with his grandparents and uncle. He spent a lot of time laughing while Uncle Wolphie said, "Mr. Peanut" in Spanish. There were lots of lights, Christmas trees, and shiny ornaments that were mesmorizing. But best of all, as far as Jack was concerned, was the fact that he was never once set down. Mimi and G'Pa carried and cuddled and bounced him from morning to night. (Of course, Dan and I are paying for this now as he has decided that it is much better to be carried and lets us know of his displeasure, loudly, whenever he gets set down!) The day itself began with Dan making a delicious breakfast (baked apple-cranberry pancake, orange cranberry yogurt, and bacon), then we moved on to stockings and presents. I feel slightly like a bad mom to admit that we actually didn't get Jack any presents this year. We had 2 new rattles in his stocking, but not a single thing under the tree from us. I'm sure that when he reads this in the coming years I will be made to feel guilty or held responsible for gross neglect. I will then be forced to point out that at that stage in his life (4 months) we had already spent several thousand dollars on him, lost countless hours of sleep, and devoted every waking moment catering to his every need. I guess we still could have got him one little present.