Rollin': The Remix

Under the "watched pot never boils" theory, I tried loading my video from earlier again but walked away from it instead of hovering nervously.

The quality is still atrocious but IT WORKED.

How much fun are little pumpkin and I having. He's got a remarkable attention span for "catch" too- he'll play for 5 minutes...

EDIT

Daddy taught him this trick last week.

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Ok. The video is refusing to load but Vake has figured out how to play catch. I roll the ball to him, he rolls it back to me. Amazing.

All over the place.

I preface this by saying that I am aware that the current video situation is well-nigh close to totally untenable. I am using the video function of my point and shoot that is now four years old (I bought it in (I think) January 2005...)

That said, can you believe how well Vake is crawling now? It has morphed from a mostly-army crawl into a occasionally knees and hands or knees and forearms operation.

Waiting For Bathtime

Vake loves his bath- I think it is one of his favorite times of day- he'd turn into a complete prune if I would let him.

Now that he's got the whole pulling up and standing program down, he pulls up on the tub and watches the water pouring in- too cute.

The Legendary Santa Claus

In Richmond, we have the real Santa Claus. I don't know how he manages to coordinate the North Pole operation while in Richmond, but that's part of the Christmas miracle.

Richmond Santa has been around forever. He used to be at Miller & Rhoads and that's where I went to visit him when I was a little girl. It is also part of the Christmas miracle that he doesn't seem to have aged one little bit!

The truly amazing thing about Richmond Santa is that when you walk up to see him, he knows your name. It is just unbelievable. I think he and the Snow Queen have some way of communicating- the Snow Queen talks to you before you get to Santa.

My little Christmas reindeer thought that Santa was very interesting. He didn't cry but he also didn't seem to quite understand the beard, either. He made a big grab for it and I rushed up but Santa told me that it was ok. He was absolutely mystified by the whole process.

He loved all the other lights and sounds associated with the evening- his very favorite thing seemed to be a necklace worn by a worker that lights up.

Standing? Really?

Well almost. Can you believe it? Doesn't he look like a little boy now?

He's got pulling up down cold. He doesn't crawl that much and is desperate to figure out how to walk.

Christmas Present?

I love the game Candyland. Or at least I did- I probably haven't played it in 28 years. But it is on sale at Walmart. For $5.

Beware. If you are between the ages of 18 months and 5, you know what I am getting you for Christmas.