Doesn't that picture just say it all? You are getting so independent and you just want to do so much! Except for those times when you just want your mommy. Yeah you are still in a bit of a clingy stage, but that is not what we are talking about this time. What we are interested in today is the real Christmas.
So we left for your Grandma and Grandpa Compton's right after I got off of work on Thursday. Not a whole lot happened that day. But the next day we got to go over to Uncle Steve and Aunt Michelle's place for enchiladas. And guess who was there? Uncle Keith and Aunt Karine and Donovan and Lucie!
I, for one, was very glad to get to see them again since we hardly get to see them. The next time we see them Lucie will probably be as tall as your mom and I.
Christmas Eve your Grandma Compton always likes to remind us of "the reason for the season." Which I think all of her kids quietly complain about but I think all secretly appreciate. OK, not so secretly. Especially now that we are all older and most of us have kids of our own. I mentioned it in the last Christmas post, but it can't be said enough, Christ is the real reason we celebrate Christmas. Without Him there would be no reason for joy and giving.
So after Grandma Compton's program (where your mom and I read thoughts on Christ's birth in the guise of Mary and Joseph) Thomas, Courtney and Audrey along with all of their family came over for games. Then it was off to bed to wait for Santa Claus and the presents!
Of course Christmas came. You have been such a good girl, and a wonderful blessing in our lives. We all got good gifts and had a wonderful breakfast. Waffles! A Christmas morning tradition for my family. But no one really cares about the gifts you got. Sure the stories of the games may be fun to recall. But what does everyone want? Cute pictures of Brooklynn!
Now what about the Christmas dinner? Well we had a bit of a break through there. I believe I have mentioned earlier that feeding you has been pretty difficult. You try to feed yourself and just generally get in the way of the food finding its way to your mouth. Well guess what that means? You are more than ready to feed yourself.
Your mom got some roasted potatoes and broke them into really small pieces. Put you in a high chair, the potatoes in front of you and this is the result:
We have never seen you sit so still and be happy for so long. EVER! We should have know you were just too advanced for spoon feeding. And of course you just look so very, very cute sitting there eating your tiny potatoes.
The happiness has since been replicated at home in your high chair that your Grandma and P-Pa got you for Christmas. So has the walking. For now, photos of you and your new toy getting around. Soon, video of some of the first steps.
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