Matt has been off of work for the last three weeks--give or take a few days-- and it has been absolutely fantastic! Every day when Clark wakes up he calls for his Daddy. Matt loves it because he feels needed, I love it because I actually get to drink a HOT cup of coffee. I am not doing diapers, dressing, breakfast, cleaning up and entertaining in between sips of what ends up ice cold coffee with settled creamer at the bottom. Actually, I have been really spoiled the last 3 weeks, Matt has changed 90% of diapers, played with Clark to the point where he just collapses in a baby heap at night while saying Ni-Nite! and he has cooked a few good meals. A couple of nights Clark has been so exhausted from all the rough housing that he climbs the stairs and goes to his room asking to be put in his crib. Yes sir, little man, you can go to bed a half an hour early. It would be my pleasure.
Christmas Eve Clark decided that he would all together skip his nap and be a tiny demon child. We tried to tell him Santa was watching, but he didn't understand. 4pm came and he was demanding bed, dinner wasn't ready yet so he got Mac n' cheese. Look at these tired eyes....
Matt was in charge of Christmas Eve dinner. It started out with raspberry orange champagne cocktails.
For dessert there was ice cream and apple pie. Sounds wonderful, huh. It was. Good thing I averted one small catastrophe---one recipe called for 7 cloves of garlic. This is the what Matt intended to use....
The only downside of such an elegant, made from scratch dinner is the mess.
Christmas morning Clark woke up at 7:00, rather than come downstairs for breakfast we made a detour to the basement. He rounded the corner and saw the tree with a shopping cart and kitty cat stuffed animal and let out the most wonderful scream of joy. He ran to the cat, hugged it and screamed again. He then grabbed the dog's new toy and claimed it as his own.
The rest of the day was same as usual and I went to work that night.
Over the weekend we went to visit Matt's parents up in Michigan. We have gotten pretty good at keeping Clark entertained for 3 hours in the truck for the drive up and back down. It involves a lot rapid fire of toys into the backseat, gold fish crackers and lots of Old McDonald--that guy has been known to have werewolves and hipagriffs if we sing it long enough.
At Namma and Papa's Clark got books, trucks, shoes and clothes. He likes the kitty story the best--go figure.
Aunt Say and cousins Maggie and Edwin all piled onto the sled and got pulled around by Matt. This would have been the best picture ever! if I didn't mess up and white it all out. I tried to get them to do it again, but the kids were cold and had had enough.
No one has any explanation.
I took a lot more pictures, but I only feel comfortable plastering my kiddo's face all over the internets so just trust me when I say Maggie and Edwin are cute and I took some good picture of them with their Christmas haul as well.
Clark acts like he is 1 of 10 children and has to horde his food and toys. He took his snack and found a quiet corner to eat, like someone was going to steal his food.
Please notice in all the pictures of Clark he is holding a 1980's Fisher Price mixer. He called it his tool and cling to it for dear life.
We closed out Christmas Vacation with a festive bath with paint soap my dad got for Clark. He tried to eat it.
2013 has some big shoes to fill because 2012 is going to be hard to beat. Happy New Year.
Colie
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