To Uncle Drew, To say that we are proud of you is the understatement of the century! :) Way to go! You're D.O.N.E. We loved celebrating your accomplishment with you this weekend and can't wait to hang out during the holidays! Oh, and thanks for increasing the number of Yellow Jackets in the family! To all the family, It was so wonderful to spend Saturday with you!
To the Lady at the Post Office, For a women of your age (mid 60s??), you looked surprisingly trendy in your jeans, riding boots, sweater, and scarf. And then I saw it... You had the long narrow sticker indicating size running down the back of your leg. I immediately knew I needed to spare you from further unknown embarrassment, and let's be honest...I know what its like to feel mortified after finding said sticker after a whole day out, and I have never gotten a look of such gratitude from a stranger. May you have a Merry Christmas.
To Little T, The days of being content sitting and playing are over. You may still be completely dependent on two adult hands to hold onto, but you want to walk (and sometimes in a hurry!) everywhere. I thought surely you would crawl or scoot first, but I guess will we be skipping those and jump (almost literally) on to walking!
To Handsome Hubby, Poor Little T was such a trooper on Saturday with all the traveling, but he was definitely not a happy camper on the way home. Who knew that your mad beat boxing skills would entertain our little man so well?! I'm just hoping this is not an indication of the kind of music he's going to listen to as a teenager...

Never Under Estimate the Strength of a nearly 7-month old...

To the Naive Mama (aka, me), Upon entering in on a conversation about Christmas tree safety with some other moms, I can remember saying, "I don't think I really need to worry about [Little T] this year. I think it will be more of an issue next year when he's 18 months old." Oh, how very wrong you were! I now wish I could go back, undo those words, and take my own advice to fasten the tree to the wall with fishing wire or a bungee cord to keep the tree from falling over.
To Little T, In a matter of only a few days, you went from barely knowing how to move the walker to racing around in it...even on the carpet. You had been playing right next to me yesterday, when I heard a crash across the room and saw the Christmas tree laying completely on top of the walker (with Little T legs sticking out the bottom, but no other signs of him...). My heart nearly leapt out of my chest! Thank you, Lord, for protecting my little boy! Thank you that my sturdy little guy didn't have a bump or bruise (or tears) to show for the incident. Poor kid was thankfully only covered in Frasier Fir needles. Unfortunately, this has not made him any less interested in the tree... If Little T not being seriously injured wasn't miracle enough, not a single ornament broke.
To those of you who asked if I got a picture, Um, no... I was too concerned with collecting my buried child from the Christmas tree wreckage. If I could go back, would I take a picture? Probably not...but, my, would that have been a picture to cherish over Little T's lifetime!

To Santa, Thank you for making a special visit from the North Pole this week to meet my little guy. He obviously hasn't reached the age of being afraid of you (maybe next year?!) and found you quite interesting instead.
To the Jesse Tree, You have been such a wonderful daily reminder to our family of the reason for this Christmas season. I hope to make you an annual tradition! Little T may only look at the leaves as we add them to the tree, but I know next year I will appreciate decorating the tree himself! Thank you, Lord, for drawing in our focus during this Advent season.
To Weathergirl, I've decided it would be nice to have winter weather during this holiday season. Would you mind placing a special order for me? How about snow? That would be nice on Little T's first Christmas! Thanks. You're such a dear.
Jagbirder, It warmed my heart that Little T loved the one-on-one time he had with you at the Ladies Christmas dinner. You may officially be our go-to babysitter. :) Besides, who else is going to teach him about the birds that are visiting our feeder?
To Uncle Drew, Congrats on winning first place for your Mechanical Engineering project! We are so very proud of you and can't wait to celebrate your graduation! Wahoooooooooo! You did it!
To the Hubbster, Last week you performed a two-man procedure solo. Half way threw it, the attending whipped out his phone and started recording it. Simply put, you became the talk of the department. It's no wonder PawPaw's nickname for you was "Hot Shot". :)

He's still looking at Santa...