Joy to the Whirled

If there was even a shred of denial left about Cece still being a little baby it went down the drain after bath time yesterday. I picked Cece up out of the tub, put her on the floor, wrapped her in a towel and she ran away. She ran away! I felt dizzy for a minute. But I am getting used to that feeling with picking up toys three times a day, darting towards her when she goes headfirst into the table corners, and having momentary panic attacks when she's out of sight and silent for 30 seconds. I know these stages will be gone in a whirlwind and I wouldn't trade this time for anything ...except maybe that toy sucker thing the Grinch has.

Christmas Treedition

One of the best parts of having a family is creating and honoring traditions. Just like last year when Cece was all of 6 weeks old, we headed over to Vashon Island for our Christmas tree.

Daddy and Cece celebrate finding the perfect tree by mugging for the camera.

Mommy and Daddy had too much to drink at lunch so Cece had to drive home. Kidding!

More goofing off in the car on the ferry.

Cece conks out and likely has visions of sugar plums dancing in her beautiful head.

We hope everyone is enjoying the holiday season so far!

p.s. this post is dedicated to Lori Pollard who sends me subtle and gentle reminders to keep up on the blog. If you know Lori, you are laughing right now. Miss you, girl!