When Benji gets a little older, I think we're going to need to be very clear that Christmas doesn't happen every three days all year round. This year, however, it was fun to celebrate so many times. And he was so unimpressed by much of the festivities that we didn't really have "Christmas hangover". He was spoiled by so many people to play with, but not by too many Christmas presents.
Benji really does look like a toddler compared to Ava here.
Gramma's lap has room for two.
Whose brilliant idea was it to taste Brussels sprouts soda pop?
Such wild partiers on New Year's Eve.
Please read to me, Gramma.
Did you see this pretty ornament, Grampa?
Look! A baby!
Benji just doesn't get it that there are toys under the wrapping paper.
Mommy was a little wary at first about a present of musical instruments, but it turns out they're actually much quieter than all the toys with battery-operated music and they reward more than just button pushing.
Does Benji have Daddy's musical talent?
The aftermath of Christmas.
All tuckered out!
Mommy, can I have your pomegranate? You know I love my fruits.
Crazy Uncle Josh!
I think Benji had more fun with Bumbo than Ava did at Christmas (but I'm sure she'll love it in the coming months).
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
