Stuff

First things first, a few updated pics of Vi. When asked if she's a good baby, I must admit my first response is, "um, no." But truthfully it's all my fault. Whatever I happened to be eating is tormenting my poor baby's insides. She wales all night long, but sleeps pretty well come 2am. On the off day that for whatever reason my diet isn't causing her extreme gas, she's an absolute angel. Every morning, after all the toots have been pumped out of her, she responds with smiles and coos. She also has the tastiest cheeks around.





Second, I had to document a little about the best babysitter in town. I remember thinking Asher was so old when Malcom came along. At 3 1/2 he was a great help and very self sufficient. But this time around, I must say, he has been a life saver. He can officially take care of Violet when I need him (and sometimes when I don't). I often times find myself wondering where she is... but no worries, she's in good hands. He'll take her to the playroom or to the computer to watch movies. Or sometimes just sit in bed with her. I love to watch him rock or bounce her and speak in a baby voice, "It's okay, sweetheart. Does your tummy hurt? Come on let's have a little burp, that's a good girl." I marvel to watch my 5-year-old succeed in soothing her sometimes better than I can. He's going to make an excellent dad someday.





Next, a little holiday fun-- Christmas Cookies!





And finally, 5 minutes of snow... which we had to take advantage of fast.