Mommy had to go back to work tonight for her school's Christmas concert, so we went out and checked out some lights. As I'm sure just about every neighborhood does now, we have "that guy" a few blocks from us who takes things way too far with an animated LED display, and even broadcasts accompanying music to a radio frequency (I wonder if the FCC knows about this...). Every other year I've cringed at how many people sit and listen to Manheim Steamroller or Trans Siberian Orchestra or whatever the new "no really, it's Christmas music, but it rocks!!" is these days, but now I have a son who loves looking at lights. We also recently moved him into his "big boy" car seat, so he can see the lights much better. We stuck around for the whole show (complete with welcome message), and it was worth it just watching the lights reflecting in his amazed eyes.
He's 17-months old today. That's kind of a weird one to say: "seventeen months old". I'm really not sure I've ever actually heard someone say that about his or her child before. Sixteen months, sure. 18- of course. Seventeen months old? Just doesn't roll off the tongue. Anyway, he's still freaking awesome.
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My son got back in his Santa suit for music class today, as it was the final class before Christmas. We also made him wear it when we took him to get his picture taken with Mall Santa. It went about as well as you can expect a 17-month old being forced to sit on a hairy stranger's lap to go. Eventually, Mommy had to step in and hold him while Santa made a "shhh" gesture to his mouth. I thought it all looked kind of dirty in a I-saw-Mommy-kissing-Santa-Claus kind of way, but that was the pose we decided to buy. If he acts the same way next year, we'll be sure to buy the screaming one and add it to the wedding slideshow pile.
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