Henry's dressed for a day of work at Berkheimer. (We went to the office last week, and I'm just now uploading pictures from that. Sheesh.)
Check 'im out. After I got him dressed, I discovered a red, long-sleeved onesie that I could've put under his collared Berkheimer onesie. I wasn't about to undress him again, though. (People kept asking if he was a Bears fan, and it got a little painful—and I knew they'd be doing that. I knew it.)
Nora almost let me get a photo of her hair and shirt. She has been seriously insistent about those green shoes. I will even try to hide them from her, and she'll always think to yell, "Green shoes" when it's time to put on her shoes. It's nuts! They're almost too small, and when they are, I have no idea what I'm going to do about that. I'm pretty sure a tantrum will be on the horizon for that day.
My little Christmas Zebra.
She legitimately asked to put this on. She saw it hanging in her closet, and she yelled, "ZEBRA! ZEBRA!" I asked her, "Do you really want to put that on right now," and she said, "Yes."
Just this moment, Nora was making Henry laugh really hard in his play gym. Then, once things were quiet, she asked me to put Henry in the baby swing (which is amazing because she usually just tries to climb into the swing herself, and she's totally not allowed in there). Now, she's playing near him, and he's watching her from the swing. They're so stinkin' sweet.Yesterday, Nora was playing with a stuffed dog of hers, and she kept calling him Duncan. My in-laws have a Scottish Terrier named Duncan, and, for some reason, she feels that this stuffed dog looks like him. (Duncan is black, and the dog she has is brown and white. I guess he has some wiry hair? Maybe that's how she justifies it?)
Nora keeps talking about "Beebee Jesus" and singing "Santa come towwwn!" She's never even met Santa. She's just heard the song, and she apparently likes it. We're having a blast over here!
Last night, while Nora was dressed in her zebra costume, I popped a coat on her, and we walked to the neighbors' houses to deliver cookies. She was truly a Christmas Zebra. She loves the snow, and I have a feeling she's going to be begging to get out in it today since it's coming down so hard (and beautifully). I might have to let her.
Okay, we've got stuff to do. Maybe I'll get to squeeze in another post before Christmas, but if I don't, have a Happy One! Ours is certainly going to be white!
Oh, and check this out: Christmas Cookies.