DECEMBER BABIES

This is the month! The month where we can say Vanessa is a year old! I'd like to note that Jack and I are so much more understanding of those born in the month of December. Even Daddio is resisting getting our baby daughter gifts - for either her birthday or Christmas. Poor Nanners.



To pay homage to those we know with December birthdays, I'll list them, here: cousin Corey, Uncle Mikey, Auntie Sally, "Auntie" Sandi, great uncle Terry, and the Magic Aunt. And, well, Baby Jesus (unless you subscribe to the factual historical information that says he was born in the spring). Uncle Mikey would have celebrated his 50th birthday on December 10th. Here is our Monkey Princess showing off her beautiful birthday suit.






Booger, I mean Vanessa, has a third cold. We thought she might have an ear infection, but she got a check up and they said she's doing okay with a lot of nasty inflammation, but no infection. Phew. They warned us Van's temperature could go to 104 degrees and stay there three days. Yikes! I hope not! She has graciously shared this cold with her mama. Daddio has it, too.






She's not quite walking, although she knows how. The Rascal. Daddio claims she can climb better than she can walk, and Lord knows she can throw the ball. We're hoping she grows up to be a monkey (unless she's a dishwasher).

Daddio put up the Christmas tree and Van is interested in it, although she's more enamoured with the multi-colored gingerbread house he made. If you look very closely, you might recognize the family in gingerbread...


Yesterday Vanners held her rubber ducky high in the air and shouted, "Duck!" We've been shouting it ever since. I tried to teach her how to say "Bee," and, after watching me say it over and over at close range, she laughed her tail off. She can wave bye-bye and hello, and she greets her best guy with a "Hi Daddy" and a wave now. Melts your heart.

Vanny's growth has plateaued since she started motoring about. She weighed in at 23 and a half lbs. and we're measuring her at just under 30 inches. That height/length measurement is, um, a rough estimate, since the measuring tape is unbelievably interesting to our wee toddler. She might be 27 inches. If VH1 has indeed stopped growing, there is hope she can be - unlike her parents - a gymnast.