We got through our first Christmas with a fair amount of guilt-tripping, but not nearly as much as I had thought there would be. Why? Because we spent our first Christmas Eve at home as a family. Husband and I were both sick as shit and none of us, Lily included, was in any mood to deal with any extended family. We're going to continue this tradition of Christmas Eve at home for as long as we can.
Christmas Eve was extra special because Lily said her first word. She hasn't said it since. That's my Aries child.
On Christmas Day Lily got all sorts of toys that we need to find room for and lots of awesome clothes. She ate cookies and quiche and potatoes.
Miscellaneous crap pertaining to the in-between life of an in-between girl called PikaPikaChick.
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