Our 1st Christmas with Alexandra has come and gone. I was so excited leading up to the big day. Her gift from "Santa," the Learning Home from Fisher Price, had been delivered weeks earlier and was sitting patiently under the tree, waiting to be put together. As night fell on Christmas Eve I couldn't wait to put her to bed and get to work. Strike that. What I meant to say was, as night fell on Christmas Eve I couldn't wait to put her to bed, pour an eggnog and rum drink, and watch Marcus get to work. He's the engineer; he's much more capable of these things than I am. Anyway, I popped in the most glorious of all Christmas movies (Christmas Vacation if you have to ask) and proceeded to hand over screws of various sizes in between long sips of spiked eggnog and laughing at the same exact scenes in the movie that I laugh at every year and have done for the last 20 years.
We weren't overly concerned about Alex waking up and sneaking downstairs to see if Santa had been to the house though if she had it would have been a way more exciting Christmas than anticipated. There might have been some small concern that she would wake upon hearing Marcus using a power tool to tighten screws on a piece of plastic (this is where we differ because if I had used a power tool it probably would have taken me even longer to put it together thus negating the efficiency of a power tool) but all in all we relished in the knowledge that it would be another few years before we'd find ourselves putting toys together at 3 in the morning.
Once Marcus finished being an elf we headed to bed. I was so excited for the next morning I felt like a kid again barely containing my excitement to go to sleep. Alex awoke around 7 Christmas morning and I instructed Marcus to go downstairs and turn the Christmas tree lights on (as if Alex would notice...which she does but only if they're of the blinking variety which ours are not). I held Alex in my arms as we made our way downstairs, the whole time saying to her in a sing-song voice, "It's Christmaaassss! What did Santa bring youuuu?" as she kept her eyes trained on a piece of missing dry wall which may or may not have been more entertaining than me.
I set her down in front of her gift and she sat there first looking up at me then looking up at Marcus, both of us with stupid, silly grins plastered on our faces waiting for her to do something. Anything. The pictures we have are of her sitting in front of the toy giving a slight smile that seems to say "I'm not really sure why you people are staring at me with those goofy grins..." As Alex sat there looking perplexed and Marcus and my cheeks began to hurt from smiling it became clear that we were going to have to show Alex what we expected so I got down and started playing with her toy. Also, slightly off topic but, I'd like to add that I can't wait for her to start playing with Barbies because I'll have to make sure the current Barbies are up to standards of course. Once she figured out how her new toy worked she was enthralled. She opened and closed the door numerous times (which we were well aware of because it states "opened" or "closed" each. and. every. time...insert psychotic grin here) and figured out how her mailbox worked (which also informs us when it's opened and closed...yay). She even played with the shapes and attempted to put them in their proper hole.
Also waiting under the tree for her was a gift from her Mimi, a Radio Flyer Walker Wagon, which she took to immediately (once we put her to it anyway). Alex had a second Christmas with her Grandma and Grandpa in New Jersey during which it was discovered that Grandma and Mimi have the same excellent taste in toys. While two Radio Flyer Walker Wagon's would be any little girl's dream (aside from a pony of course) it was decided that the New Jersey wagon would be sent back in lieu of something else.
Finally, Alex had a, short but sweet, third Christmas with her Pappy and Gigi from Williamsburg during which she received the cutest Schoenhut pink piano. Soon upon unwrapping it she gave her very first performance for a crowd of four adoring fans and which reinforced my belief that she will one day be famous and set her parents up in a beautiful house on the Mediterranean. Later, as Marcus and I discussed her inevitable rise to super-stardom, we decided that we would be equally pleased if she miraculously started playing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" or "Fur Elise." At such a young age there's only so much we can expect, right? Though, to be sure, when we get home we'll be practicing our scales.
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