Santa's little helper

I woke up to find all kinds of fun stuff in my stocking and under the tree.  But the best part was definitely the tissue and wrapping paper -- so much to tear up.  Do you like my elf outfit?  Grammie just can't help her crafy self, so I get festive holiday garb to show off.

Helping Santa stay trim

Mommy and Daddy told me that Santa likes cookies when he visits.  If every kid is giving him cookies, Santa must suffer from all kinds of health problems.  I think Mommy and Daddy should just let me eat these cookies to save Santa's life.

Baby steps

When Mommy and Daddy least expected it, I walked a few steps all by myself today.  Luckily other family members were present to confirm my solo excursion because Mommy thought she imagined it.  But I'm still more comfortable holding on to something so don't expect me to be running marathons anytime soon.

Ho Ho, Oh No!

Mommy and Daddy are teaching me to not talk to strangers and don't let strangers touch me, and then they dump me in the lap of one of the strangest people in town.  What's up with that?  No wonder, I'm screeching.


I think I'll like Santa much better when he comes to my house on Christmas Eve.  I'll leave cookies and milk for him.  I think Daisy will let me give some of her treats to the reindeer.


Only two more weeks until Christmas...I'm definitely on the nice list.

O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

We trekked to the country to find just the right evergreen to become our Christmas tree. After lots of "what about this one," Mommy and Daddy settled on a tree that looked not too big in the field but takes up a whole corner of our living room. Oh well, more for Daisy and me to play with.