Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

From what I hear I am in need of some so called teeth. According to mom and dad, even just the bottom two will do. The people around here aren't giving me any of the tasty food I see them eating and they aren't falling for my pleading stares. They just say that I need these teeth first. I think you know I deserve this, especially since I so happily smile and giggle through all my big sister's rough play.

From a nice boy,

Tank


Dear Santa,

As I am sure Ed the elf has reported to you that I have been pretty nice this year. It has been a big year for me adjusting to a new city and a baby brother. I think I've done a pretty good job adapting. So, I'd really like a robot this year. Mom and dad keep frantically saying that I want a dollhouse from you, but this is not the case.

From a nice girl,

Little Bug

PS: I do have an important question for you. Was it my grandma that got run over by the reindeer?



Merry Christmas!

Gingerbread making

Interesting fact; Little Bug will not eat cakes and cookies, but she will happily eat gingerbread that has sat out on the counter for two weeks.

Dasher and Prancer

We were graced with Dasher and Prancer visiting our little town. Little Bug wanted to know why Santa was letting them be there. We had gone earlier in the week to give them some treats (raisins and oats), but Little Bug said she wanted to come back with carrots because they were longer. I don't blame her, they are pretty intimidating.

There were lots of stare downs such as this. Little Bug not quite ready to muster up the courage to fork over the food and the reindeers eying what was hopefully soon to be their treat.


She is just not too sure about that reindeer's intentions.

Ballet

Little Bug started taking ballet a few months ago. It is by far her favorite activity of the week, even ahead of swimming. It is pretty cute watching a bunch of 3-5 year old girls dance around in pink tutus. I had visions of getting really cute photos with puffs of pink everywhere, but they don't let the parents into the actual dance studio during the session. You instead watch through glass windows. So, I had to settle for being an obsessed mom by poking my camera through the door.

Here she is her first day outside our house.


All lined up and ready to dance!


And a sticker for doing such a good job.


We have since gotten her ballet shoes that fit.