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Today Ezri and I decorated our tree with felt, wooden and plastic ornaments. There will be nothing breakable this year. Eric did build a tall wooden stand so the tree is raised three feet off the floor. He also bolted the tree to the stand, so it cannot be pulled over. How’s that for baby-proofing the holidays?

Ezri really likes the cow jumping over the moon ornament. She enjoyed pulling out the ornaments with me and pointed at the lights.

We also went to the DG Library staff holiday luncheon today. As with many a library staff, there are some fine cooks and bakers there. Yum & Fun.

Yes, Ezri, that present is for you from your Great Aunt Janine.

Ezri has been smiling with a wrinkled nose in the last couple of days. This smile is a little like that, though not as nose-wrinkled as some. Eric says the look reminds him of a face his sister sometimes makes in photos.

While we forgot our camera, luckily, Grandma Liz took photos.

The big box contained a radio flyer walking cart. As soon as it is assembled Ezri will be able to push it around in style.

She also really loves the thrift store xylophone. It is missing a note, but Ezri makes great noise with it.

Ribbon makes a great toy.

Ezri played a great game with Rachel (who is hard to see in this photo). Rachel would laugh and then Ezri would laugh. Rachel would clap and then Ezri would clap. Tongue out for Rachel. Tongue out for Ezri. All the while, they were clearly delighting each other.

Ezri, that dreidel is not in your mouth. I think you’re slipping.

Ezri celebrated her first Hanukkah with a party at the JCC in DeKalb. The evening was filled with latkes, friends, songs and fun. Ezri loved every minute. She especially loved her Grandma Liz’s homemade applesauce and playing with Rachel who is a year older. Ezri is fascinated by toddlers. She enjoyed listening to Koleynu sing some holiday favorites and tasted her first latke. While it was near her bedtime, she still had energy afterwards to show off her brand new stair climbing skills for Harvey and Liz.

Here she is playing with some big cushiony dreidels handcrafted by Liz.

I had a great idea that I could wrap some holiday gifts and Ezri would love watching and the wrapping paper.  I didn’t get very far before I discovered that she loved ripping tissue paper into little pieces and unspooling ribbon the MOST. She’s also discovered the toilet paper in the bathroom. Let the good times roll, Ezri.  She did help out with holiday prep by taking an extra long nap.

The first snow fall with accumulation has come and while it is mostly melty at the moment, it was enough to transform Ezri into the Abominable Snow Baby.

Ezri does like real pea puree quite a bit. Pureed they are the color of that slime from the T.V. show You Can’t Do That on Television. When she gets pea moosh on her face she looks a little like she’s vomiting ectoplasm. Still, I am glad she likes peas.

Ezri has figured out how to unsnap her pants.  Clever, very, clever.

That’s right we did. As Ezri gets more mobile and fast, we needed a way to keep her out of the kitchen where there are certain baby hazards and cat food on the floor that might be tempting to try to eat.
Ezri and the cats are both certain that the baby gate is designed to piss them off, but the parent people couldn’t be happier.
How did we ever live without one? Oh, that’s right, Ezri didn’t always crawl.

I didn’t even notice taking this photo that my fly was down.

I am thankful for family.

Ezri is especially thankful for her Aunt Amy. Aunt Amy thinks Ezri is pretty cool and Ezri loves to have an aunt who adores her so. She lit up to play peekaboo with Amy.  She clearly also appreciates Tim as the photo shows.

Ezri also appreciated getting to play with the broken turkey baster.

She also made new friends and got to play with spoons. Stuffing and sweet potatos were her favorite parts of the feast, though mashed potatos and pureed turkey weren’t bad either.  Grandma Liz and Grandpa Harvey hosted a fabulous first Thanksgiving for Ezri and all the assembled.