My First Christmas!

Well, it was my first Christmas.
It was a joyous, festive occasion.
We went to Kansas to see the family.
(Sorry, Daddy didn't take too many pictures in Kansas, because he is useless.)



Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
I wish I was a Christmas Tree!
Here's our little 4 ft. Christmas tree Daddy got at the grocery store parking lot.
On the way home from picking it up, I started screaming at him so he had to get me out of the stroller.
So he was trying to walk us home, holding me in one arm and pushing the tree in the stroller with the other.
It was pretty cool.



Here I am at the foot of the tree.



We opened stockings in Toronto before flying down to see the family.



I got this strange object.
I've spent the last couple weeks trying to determine its purpose.



Here I am with Mommy and Grandma in Kansas.
I'm trying to write an essay on the post-structuralist interpretation of 19th century English literature,
but Grandma is too busy looking at some dumb picture to let me work.



In her defense, she did pick up this cool bath seat.