Christmas

Things have been a bit crazy being pregnant and trying to keep up with the girls. They are such a handful right now. Fiona started climbing out of her crib, which has made bedtime a challenge. They are learning so much right now. Both of them are talking a lot. Fiona is stringing words together, as in "apple juice", "Mommy's cup" and "Isla's owie"(more about that later.) Isla only talks when she feels like it, but her favorite thing to say is, "Up please," which is difficult for me right now when she wants to be held all the time.


The girls were unimpressed with Santa. They didn't want to go anywhere near his lap, and obviously in the end, we ended up holding them.


Christmas was a whirlwind. We went up to Humboldt for a few days. Actually the girls were great on the drive both ways. Isla did throw up on the way home, but it wasn't too traumatic. We spent Christmas Eve in the ER, as Isla stepped on a coaster container and sliced her toe. After 3 hours in the waiting room, it turned out that she needed three stitches. She was a trooper. She actually enjoyed the wait, I think because she had us all to herself since Fiona was home with Grammy and Grandpa. They wrapped her up like a burrito when it was time to give her the shots and the stitches. We had to hold her down, and she just kept saying, "No, no, no, no, no." Poor baby. She gets the stitches out tomorrow. Fiona was pretty shaken up after seeing all the blood and she talks a lot about, "Isla's owie".








The girls got lots of gifts. They got fancy tricycles from Grammy and Grandpa and tons of other toys. They had a great time opening all of their gifts. They also had fun playing with all of their cousins. Here are a few pictures.