Molly loves the act of putting in/taking out, small pieces that are a part of something bigger, etc. So a big plastic tub filled to the brim with little boxes that were in turn filled with little treasures often wrapped in more tissue paper...a DREAM!
She stayed occupied the whole time it took us to get everything out and up and she enjoyed our favorite Sufjan Stevens Christmas tunes. We don't have a real tree (*sigh* :( someday...) but methinks that's not such a bad thing this year with our curious belly-dweller! The bottom eighth of the tree is unfashionably, but necessarily, bare. It holds all the unbreakable baubles, sans hooks of course, unless they're being played with or stuffed in a mailbox or shape sorter or wagon.
She also finds fun in laying her blocks on the boughs or threading her stacking rings on the branches. Christmas is way more fun this way.
We found a good home for Baby Jesus and his visitors on our low orange side table.
She also delights in pushing all the stable dwellers under the glass shelf on the table and having us retrieve them for her.
Listening to the angel's tune with a discerning ear:
She's becoming a very accomplished stander.
"Yeah, that's right. I'm standing. Jealous?":
Molly is becoming more and more aware of what's on her shirt. And there tend to be more little friends on her shirts this time of year. She must have pointed out this bear to me 20 times before I dropped her off at school:
And this particular day she was thrilled about this snowman:
There's a chiropractic school (Life) just down the way from us that puts on a fabulous light display called "Lights of Life" that Ryan and I drive through every year. We happened to be driving by at dusk a couple of nights ago when the lights came on so we stopped and got Molly out of her seat to ride through and look at the sights. She loved every minute of it...except the part where she had to get back in her seat to go home.
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