162 days

Rice cereal anyone?

Guess what? I had my first non-Mom meal last weekend, on New Years Eve.

The timeline...

Not to sure about that bowl. (Similar reaction Owen had to my cradle, pre-me.)

But its contents might be alright.

Yep. Not half bad.

The footage:

The "sticky floors" part of Mom's new picture will surely ring true in 2012.

As for the oven part? Well, you have to use it for it to get dirty. Not a problem in this house, thanks to B&B catering... Wonder if they do rice cereal?

Wrapping up 2011

What did I do the rest of my time in the Great White (while, really, Brown) North?

Computed with Gramps...

Lots of naked fire time.

Cuddles with Grams.

Chills with Kip and Dad.

And lots of laughing.

What a great way to close out my first calendar year.

Oh what a night

So, yesterday was Christmas.

And for the most part, I was a happy girl.

I got some tummy time in front of the fire (perfecting my front to back roll).

But then they insisted on putting me in this ridiculous get-up.

Not the best look for my cankles.

No worries though.

I settled into Mom's arms and made the best of the situation.

Catch ya later Christmas 2011.

Peace on earth...

Merry Christmas, people!

Last night I met cousin Jeanise for the first time. She held me for the first 30 minutes of church to give Mom's arms a break. Phew!

That was prior to my first Wigilia. And before-meal-bread-breaking.
Grandpa was nice enough to help me out.

He even held me and offered some of course #9 - Beef Barley Soup.

I preferred my hands.

Wigilia takeaway? Two words: cabbage and potato.
But pierogi is what I'm holding out for...

I woke up happy.

And grateful for my wonderful family on this, my first Christmas Day.

Let the spoiling commence

Welcome to 1129, Maizey.

It took your mom 11 years of begging and pleading to get her horse.

You? Five minutes and no talking.