Our 2nd Christmas, first real one!

Last Christmas was our first one but it wasn't a real Christmas. We were still kind of secluded and bonding with each other, so we didn't do anything really, with our families. And Little Slick didn't really understand. 

Well, he got it this year. We went to see Santa, we read books about the real meaning of Christmas, he asked questions about baby Jesus, he excitedly said his night-night prayers (and snuck in some of these gems: "Dear God and Jesus, please tell Santa I want a giant excuvator" or "Please tell Santa I was good and that I love big excuvators")

And then something magical was found on woot.com and this was waiting for the little boy on Christmas morning. 

Yes, that's a giant, ride-on bulldozer with excuvator. 

And this was the result Christmas morning. 

It's not very often that you get to witness pure joy. Our little boy was SO proud, so in-love, so joyful. 

He now loves digging in our yard and flower beds, he loves telling people about this, he just loves it. 

In just a year...

Little Slick has mastered a new language.

He has grown almost 7 inches.

He has gained almost 15 pounds (and he's still skinny!)

He has stopped hoarding food and his toys. 

He has learned to (mostly) sleep through the night.

He now LOVES ice cream. We seriously thought he would never like cold things. 

He can walk into the pediatrician's office and not immediately cry. I mean, he does still make the window's shake from his screams when he gets his shots, but that's getting better. And as soon as they're done, he goes, "Ok, can I have a sucker and sticker?"

He LOVES the water - bath and swimming. 

He has learned to love snuggles and affection. 

He has learned to be wary of strangers. 

He has learned that we're forever, this family is forever, this is the real deal kid! 

I can't believe how far we've come in a year!