Christmas is always such great fun when there are little ones to celebrate with. We adults sometimes get more carried away than the kids do because we remember what a special time of year it was back in the Dark Ages when we ourselves were much, much younger. Of course, when we were growing up, presents were rare generally. Christmas was one of the few occasions when we actually had more than one gift to open.
The year 2010 marked the first Christmas for my little grand-niece, Princess Jelly Bean. But being just over a month old, she slept through most of the celebrations, even though she was, by far, the Stellar Attraction for all family members and visitors. In 2011, however, even though she was still the Main Attraction, she was able to notice more about what was happening around her - and she apparently enjoyed events thoroughly, beginning with Christmas sugar cookies that she "helped" to bake.
Then she "helped" again, this time with Christmas lights, delightedly imagining herself as "The Littlest Angel."
When it actually came to gifts, after she had unwrapped them, she seemed at a bit of a loss. Where did all that fascinating paper go?
Aha, Santa left a kitchen corner, where she can explore, bake
and play with satisfactorily noisy pans! Wow!
A girl's just gotta have fun!
But the problem with all this extra activity is that it takes its toll -
both on Princess Jelly Bean and on Sweet Momma T.
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