As promised

Here, hopefully (since this will be my third attempt), are the pics of Gibson's jingle bells fiesta.

Jingle Bells

Jingle Bells is Gibson's new favorite song. Lately he's enjoyed any sort of music, and any sort of signing even more than before. And having eclectic musical interest of my own, we sing everything from traditional kids songs, to radio songs, to classical music to t.v. theme songs - so many important genres to expose him to. On our drive to Bob's folks yesterday, we had family Christmas sing-a-long in the car. Daddy would pick one, then mommy, etc. One of them had to be jingle bells, right?

We started singing and clapping, all was going as usual. Then came the "hey" part. Apparently the gusto with which Bob and I sang "hey" in unison was quite amuzing to Gibson. He laughed every time we said "hey" and then he'd repeat, "Hey!" Then later in the evening, after opening gifts with the cousins, we sang jingle bells, 8 or so people yelling "hey" was even better than 2, so Gibson was tickled beside himself. We got some pics I'll post later.

Obsessed with his feet

Since Gibson could walk holding on to fingers, he's been obsessed with touching things with his feet. He intentionally walks over things with different textures. Now he loves putting his feet inside things.

Exhibit A:

While I was putting on my makeup before our play last weekend, I heard him whining, but didn't have time to check what was wrong that minute. When I looked down, he had gotten his foot stuck in an empty kleenex box.

Exhibit B:

The other day when we got home from the store, I left him downstairs so I could go to the bathroom. I figured he would follow me up, like usual. While I was in the bathroom I kept hearing a clunk clunk clunk noise. I thought he was making his way up the stairs. When I got out of the bathroom, I looked down the stairs expecting to see him on his way up. No. Instead I saw him with both my high-heeled shoes on the right feet, walking around. I didn't grab my camera quite soon enough, but it helps with the memory.

Last Night...

I got home from one of our performances last night. Gibson was still awake. I picked him up and smelled something quite pungent on his breath. I asked Bob when they'd been eating. He said, raisins, blueberries... "What else?" I said. "Oh, I gave him some garlic. He didn't like it very much." What? Bob thought garlic was good for him, so he just gave him a straight clove of garlic. Poor Gibson... Bob did say he realized by Gibson's reaction it wasn't good, so he tasted some and it WAS really spicy.. so they drank some water... but I'm still smelling his breath this morning. Yikes.

Christmas Cards...

They are ordered... I really hope they will be as great in person as it seemed to look on the screen! It seemed to be so much easier to put them together than last year, so that has me worried that I missed something! If I am in my right mind, although sleep deprived, they should be great.

Inadequacy...

So I'm Mary in the Christmas play at church... not a huge role - kind of medium in terms of speaking parts, and I have two solos. I was really excited to do this... but I just feel like I am terrible!! I know that I'm probably not terrible, but I want to be great! I would love to really really be good at acting and singing and so I completely welcome suggestions for how to improve... the problem is, I haven't gotten any direction - at all! Not on things I am doing well or poorly. I left rehearsal kinda dejected last night. I guess no direction means that I'm doing... fine. But who wants to be fine?? Plus when I don't get feedback, I assume I'm doing bad, which throws my confidence down the toilet and then I do worse. Lord, help me!