Be still my heart….
As I’m posting this I am literally babbling to Alex asking how to make it stop… Each time we go out people run into me and say “enjoy it, it flies by”… I’m like GOD I know please don’t remind me…. I mean what do you do when you know these are the moments you will look back on the rest of your life and just wish you could be there again?
I’m already depresssed thinking about how next year when I look at these Im going to miss those little pajamas, that little belly, those sweet cheeks and the babyness of her hair….
They say enjoy it.
Well I spend every waking moment she has “enjoying” her and every waking moment I have that she is asleep documenting our enjoyment hoping that can somehow allow us to soak thee days up a bit more…
It’s not working people.
It’s still flying by…
In efforts to try and make the most of EVERY SINGLE DAY coming down to the big one I literally made a calendar of what to do when so we could ft it all in!
Our Friday nights for the month of december consisted of either Mexican and baking or Mexican and Lights!
We have a favorite neighborhood that throws chicken wire wrappen in lights high into the trees and it lights up the whole street!
ola learned very uickly when you see Christmas lights you SCREAM!
We also went to see Lights of Life which had drive by displays and walking displays inclusive of a train ride…. it didn’t matter to Lola that it literally took you in a circle… it was a train ride.
So we gave Lou our typical response.
“Hush and pay the man, we’re going!”
I’m not sure what the squatting position was about… think she did it because I sometimes suat down to take her picture…
Smiling with her choo choo, that’s my girl!
Lola loved the Santas workshop displays (daddy thought they were creepy)!
We have had a designated baking day probably at minimum twice a week the enite month of December….
It clearly doesn’t show I have waited on moments like this with my girl my ENTIRE life right?
A few days after my birthday Lola started screaming at me when I asked her if she wanted to come play with me in the den…. we were currently in the kitchen…
At first I just ignored it but soon realized she seriouly anted something and didn’t knwo how to tell me…
So i picked her up and she started pointing for me to walk her in the pantry.
I thought she was hungry but she grabbed a bag of cookie mix.
A girl after my own heart… I laughed thinking she was hungry and said “Lola that’s not a snack, we have to cook it… what else woud you want”?
She screamed more and then carried it to her tower on the island and started (literally) pushing the mail off the counter on to the floor and then set the cookie mix onthe counter.
I get it my girl I get it.
This girl loves to bake…. possibly just loves to eat dough but never the less she LOVES to bake just like her mama!
I love how much she gets into it all and watched every move I make…
I really try my hardest not to go behind her and “fix” anything that she does so that she can be proud of exactly how she made them…. I ended up with a pan of legs, arms and heads broken off so I “helped” with a few so she would have big enough cookies to decorate
Daddy wanted to play with the camera and Lola saw what I was doing so she did the xact same thing with out us even telling her to do it…
Whew!
She did SUCH a great job cooking and decorating the cookies and she has no idea that to this mama this was more than decorating cookies…
This was one of those nights you just know is what Chrsitmas memories are made of… It’s a moment I will remember for the rest of my life… Every single christmas from now on will have to live up to that very moment we just had.
Here she thought we were just eatting dough and shaking some sprinkles.
You really do just get better and better baby girl.
This girl loves Christmas moies and music as much as her mama, shocker! The beauty in both of these is I get the best cudddles while we watch movies at night after dinner and the best dance parties before bed.
Here’s one of my favorite!
Let the catch ups continue- but not for now!
Good night!
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